In a home with working
parents, my grandmother was my companion and caregiver from the day I was born. She did
everything that a parent would and maybe even more. Apart from the usual things,
she taught me Bengali poems, ensured I learnt dancing and singing and forever
kept a watchful eye on me. As a little girl, I ran to her for comfort and every
night I fell asleep with her hand on my back, breathing in her cool scent while
listening to Bengali folk stories. With her passing away, I lost my childhood
companion.
The day she passed away, my four year old son was miserably sick
with dengue and I found myself torn between the ‘granddaughter’ and the ‘mother’
that I am. I felt as I could not even fully mourn her loss. As the days and
weeks passed I kept thinking about her and even now sometimes it is hard to believe
that she is not here with us in person. I also realize that her beliefs, teachings
and blessings will always be with us. I can often recall her voice and even the
phrases she would have used for certain situations.
From her, I learnt many things and here are a few I thought
I will share with all my friends and family:
Eat Well: Although she ate small portions and at fixed timings, she was particular about the food she ate. She was an excellent cook and prepared various delicacies and even her ‘khichdi’ tasted better than a lot of ‘biryanis’ available in the market. She had a special dish for every occasion and festival which she made herself till a few years ago.
The Fighting Spirit: She was strong willed and having single handedly brought up my father, she had learnt never to give up. She always encouraged everyone to work hard and move ahead in life.
Immense Love for your Children: Her love for her only child, my father was exemplary. Even when my father was turning sixty and she was over eighty, she went to sleep only after ensuring that he had returned home. To me, her primary parenting advice was, ‘Love your children whole heartedly’.
Speak Your Mind: She always expressed her thoughts openly. If she disliked something, she said it upfront. This sometimes made others unhappy or angry but her feelings were never hidden, be it praise or criticism. Sometimes, her words were bitter but at least she was not hiding behind a mask of falsehood.
I shall always feel my grandmother’s presence with me. Only
the physical form wither, the person stays alive with us forever.
You may also enjoy reading another post on her I wrote earlier: Mother Extraordinaire