The village side takes my heart to
Her soft, thin cotton sarees
Her smiling face, exposing her almost toothless mouth
Her twinkling eyes looking through my mind
Not to forget her flaring nostrils when I fail to greet the guests
I distinctly remember the thin gold bangles dangling on her frail wrinkled hands
Her swollen feet a result of the years invested in the Nobel profession
Whenever I bend down to get her blessings i realise the work that has gone into bringing me to these standards.
Blessed are those who get to talk to their grandmother!!
- Bharathi Senthilkumar
( Picture credits - AI )
Beautiful lines 😍
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