Amma..
These four letters were probably the most chattered word in my house. Letters that form a word which is full of happiness, cheerfulness, love, care, motherhood and ofcourse some drama...but full of life when it comes to food and attires.
I do have some colourful memories of my childhood when I used to rant about some stupid incident of mine and she always proved to be the best listener ever. Taking me from school, serving food, putting shoes, being my protection shield after any fault of mine was all her favorite stuffs to perform as a Grandmother.
Don't know how and when but this attachment started declining with time. We now don't share that sort of bond. But she still was a sweetheart. Sweet words, care and love gestures always forced me to act in a better way.
Being a person of rude behavior and harsh words, I still hold regret of not being able to be her sweet little 'babu' who was ready to walk behind her even after her death. I used to answer this whenever she had asked "what if I died".
Now she is just a body lying on the ground, asking for nothing, with zero expectations, and no 'puchhi' appeals.
She will always be a golden period with golden hair to me!❤️
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