my grandma. cant find her snap in the mac. but her image is etched in my mind. she bore 16 children. & she smiled & loved all of us, her grandchildren, equally. its a part of me that is forever lost.
Yes, Gundia. My aaji, who saw her only daughter, my mother and her favourite son, her youngest-born, die and sat still on her wide bed in Shivaji Park... My Aaji who told me, her soft voice stern with instruction, 'Dont get married now! earn and go see the world!' My Aaji who read the Marathi papers every morning end-to-end and could just about sign her name, taught be her late husband. My aaji who held onto life till her youngest grandson gave his SSC exam, got his results and took admission in a Computer Engineering Course. Then, and only then, did she loosen her hold on the line of life. She chose to say goodbye. I miss her so much. But she is part of me. My flesh and my blood and the strength in my eyes. So it is with you. And yours.
All the best for your film. Will Swati and aum be joining you there..?
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Yes, Gundia. My aaji, who saw her only daughter, my mother and her favourite son, her youngest-born, die and sat still on her wide bed in Shivaji Park...
My Aaji who told me, her soft voice stern with instruction, 'Dont get married now! earn and go see the world!'
My Aaji who read the Marathi papers every morning end-to-end and could just about sign her name, taught be her late husband.
My aaji who held onto life till her youngest grandson gave his SSC exam, got his results and took admission in a Computer Engineering Course.
Then, and only then, did she loosen her hold on the line of life.
She chose to say goodbye.
I miss her so much.
But she is part of me. My flesh and my blood and the strength in my eyes.
So it is with you.
And yours.
All the best for your film.
Will Swati and aum be joining you there..?
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