My grandmother whom I lost years back appeared in a dream.
I can still remember the fragile disguise with the forward bent.
And the slow, unsteady steps supported by the walking stick,
The grey hair, the loving murmings and the caressing touch.
My grandmother who held me affectionately as an infant.
Who kissed me on the fore-head with her wrinkled face.
Who poured on me love and case in abundance.
Still whispers in my ears sweet nothings in disturbed dreams.
Modern media and nuclear families made grandmothers insignificant.
Every grandmother in fact acts as a loving link between generations.
Every grandmother is a symbol of motherhood and unbroken ties.
Grandmother is the corner of every civilisation.
Who bears the burden of passing on to the young generations.
The values, heritage and culture of every society.
Which makes the society strong, stable and worthwhile.
The selfless love bestowed upon the grand children
And the vast experiences shared by the grandmother.
Are assets for the new generations to face the world.
With boldness and confidence and to live a successful life.
by Anuja Lavy
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