My mom was plaiting my hair. It was unusual for a boy to have long t

the hair-dress. I was naughty and restless. They promised chocolates and I sat. Suddenly I sprang and reached

s in a pool of blood. The bold lady that my mom was and we were rushed to a nearby hospital with the help of neighbours. The dreadful evening turned into night. They stitched my cut duly removing the splinter and my grandpa was treated for his fall though he had no bleeding injury. Two days later we were discharged. I gradually got healed but grandpa started fee

d not congested apartments and tenements. Now it is all a concrete jungle, over bridges, hig

o months. The grandparents packed off, first to Salem by bus and on to Madras by train. They had no difficulty in reaching the GH attached to the Madras Medical College as it stood opposite to Madras Central station. The next week was a routine in GH. They had a room in the special ward attached to the Neurology department. At the instance of the British Engineers, my grandparents receive

it to your cooperation. However, you'll need to be under clinical observation for a few weeks. You may cho

id my grandpa amidst tears and overwhelming gratitude. My grandparents then set foot in Triplicane searching for one Mr.Murahari, a long standing friend of grandpa. They found him easily and started living with him as paying guests

s. My granny was known for her culinary skills. While grandpa rested, granny cooked for the entire household- all the delicacies. The Muraharis were happy in the

e dining table. I am no exception. My diversions range from official programs to private activities. The eating is done mechanically. Many wives hate their men going into reveries while at the dining table. That way the nice foods they cooked go unacknowledged. The good food always deserves to be appreciated. May be that was in vogue those days. Good eating was good acknowledgement. My granny was all happy and pleased when her preparations were taken for granted and consumed limitless. Her impression was that one would never go for a second spoon unless food was good enough. Even to this day her recipes of appam, paniyaram, idiappam and the side dishes are a miracle. My wife could only be the runner as granny was always the undisputed winner. My grandpa was also smart. He dressed elegantly. With hat and shoes he was almost a Briton. He was planned in everything. Once in every month, he bought groceries, rice and oils. He never was on credits. He paid and bought. This practice I acquired from him. This is one activity not all people follow. Buying in peace meals will only be more expensive and varied in quality. Grandpa would be very furious if you cut the classes; otherwise he was such a nice and balanced person. Towards the evening of his life grandpa oft

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by the message. While driving to the office I couldn't help going down memory lane.