"Remembrance"
White saree with brown border, sometimes blue, and sometimes green with a bunch of keys dangling from the end of the "pallu", golden metallic bangles decorating the wrist, hair in shades of grey and white neatly done as a bun, short height and bronzen skin - this is how she is etched in my memory. My DIDA. My Granny. During the much-awaited long summer vacations we had back at school, I always spent a good part of it by staying over at her place. I slept with her every night, both of us cuddling each other, my head resting calmly at her bosom, listening to the innumerable Bengali stories and poems she had to share. I still remember, she was the first person to wake up every morning at 5.00 a.m. , in the huge joint family of my maternal uncles and aunts. Then after the bath, offered her morning prayers to the plethora of Gods and Goddesses decorated sacredly in the small temple adjacent to her room, which we call "Pujo-r Ghor" . She, then, slowly walked around the