Grand Parents

This post is to document some cherishable moments from the past that i do not want to forget with time.

Starting from the very begining...
My Grandmom would take me and two of my cousins along when we were just about 5 yrs old,to participate with her in the satsangs that she almost single handedly organised.There would always be a huge gathering , singing bhajans & praising the Lord. At home she used to teach the bhajans to all three of us and we would perform in the satsangs as well. The kind of applause that we sisters always received still echoes in my year. I always felt like a superstar when everyone praised "us" the little ones for our fabulous performances. I would always remain thankful to her for imbibing within us that kind of confidence ,effortlessly, when we were so small.

Whenever Grandpa would come home to visit us, he would get a Qadbury Chocolate. That was a delicacy in those days and even now.And he would always recite witty stories of Gopal Bhar to us.My grandpa used to have a very serious demeanor but he would always be funny with us ,and was an amazing story teller.

They proabably would have still been around with us , had it not been for the fire accident in a TATA STEEL factory function held in jamshedpur on 3rd march 1989 , which took away the lives of hundreds of people.

Well all this was about my maternal grandparents. My Dadi on the otherside also used to tell me true horror stories that belonged to her village, whenever i used to go and spend time with her. Even if i heard the same story for the 100 th time, it would have the same impact on me.She also used to tell me a story about a princess who had two magical wands , one silver in colour and the other golden . And i used to dream of owning such magical wands if i had a chance.

She has lovely jet black long hair. which she would oil everyday and tie a long "binuni". i used to and still do love long hair. And i loved tying the binunis(chotis) for her and then fold it into a bun. Now she is very old and stays with my relatives in Kolkata. I cant call her too, as i am told that she cant speak and she cant comprehend what people tell her either.No one can really reverse what is destined to happen some day or the other.But the memories remain alive ..