My grandmother

The old one
Dressed in crispest beige
She Whispers
Strange, cozy
Tales of my childhood home
Living in that joy

The mention of beige on the Twiglet prompt reminded me of my grandmother who did not like to wear pure white as is the norm for widowed ladies in the old times in India. She rather wore some beige , browns and pale greens in crisp cotton salwaar-kameez. This shadorma is for her.

Author: Prats

It's not the dramas or the stories, but actually the people touched by them who taught me how to appreciate these stories, the different medium of expressions, and how to believe that even fictional characters can give hope and smile to so many people around the world. A reader first and obsessive reviewer of things I love, I write when I am deeply touched by a story or a moment. You can find most of my ideas and thoughts first expressed on Twitter - @i_read_write

7 thoughts on “My grandmother”

  1. What a fab shadorma and to dedicate it to your grandmother. That’s really special. I love the culture and clothes of India. Many years ago, I had a friend in high school from India. I was in awe of her sari (I probably didn’t spell it correctly). I wish I could dress like that every day! How cool would that be? ❤

  2. It is interesting how certain words bring up memories. Fragrance and food smells can do that too. Lovely verse.

    (I had to pull your comment to my post out of my trash… I wish WP would fix that – I’ve got about 6 people who consistently end up there – so now I check my trash every day!)

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