My Grandma
She still lives I was 20 when I received the fabulous news that my grandma was coming over to stay with us for a few months. Even when I was little, she used to visit us frequently, which made me really excited as a kid. In anticipation of her visit, I began jumping with joy even as I enquired about the exact date of her visit from my Mom. I had to ask for the date so that I could tweak my schedule a bit and bring her home myself. I grew up from a little kindergarten boy to become a more responsible and mature college guy but the passage of time couldn't bring about any visible changes in Nani. Her beauty and grace remained intact as if time had frozen for her. Her vibrant and vivacious image belied her age. She still looked as pretty as she had looked some fifteen years ago. When I was a kid, she read me bedtime stories from children’s books. Her soothing voice and warm touch of her hand on my forehead worked better than any other sedative in the world and made me fall i