My grandmother like everybody is grandmother was an old woman she had been old and rankled for the 20 years that I had no her .people say that she had once been young and pretty and had even had husband but that was hard to believe. My grandfather's portrait Hunk above the mental peace in the drawing room he war a big turban and lose fitting clothes his long white beard covered the best part of his chest and he looked at least 100 years old he did not leave the sort of person who hold have wife or children he looked as he if he could only have lost law and lots of grand children as for my grandmother being young and pretty the thought was always revolting he often told us the games she used to play as a child that seemed quite absurd and undefined on her part and we treat it like the fables of the proper she used to tell us she had always been short and fart slightly bent and her face was a crisscross of wrinkle running from everywhere to everywhere no way curtains she had always we had no her old so triple old that she could not have grow older and had state at the same age for 20 years she could never have been pretty but she was always beautiful she hobbled about the house in spotless white with one hand resting on her weight to balance search to and the other telling the beats of her rosary her silver locks were scattered untidily over her pale puckered face and her lips constantly moved in audible play prayer yes she was beautiful she was like the winter landscape in the mountains an expanse of pure White serenity breathe peace and contentment.
My grandmother and I were good friends my parents left me with her when they went to live in the city and we wear constantly together. Used to wake me up in the morning and get me ready for school she said her morning prayer in monotonous Sing- song while she bat and dress me in the hope that I would listen and get to know it by heart I listen because I loved her voice but never bother to learn it then she would fetch my wooden slate which she had already worst and plasted with yellow chalk and tiny Ishan ank port and a Red pen tick them all in the bundle and hand it to me after a breakfast of a thick tale chapati with the little butter and sugar spread on it we went to school she can it several state chapati with her for the village dog.