Me and my siblings call her 'Ma' (Mamma). We never called her 'Grand Ma'. If we did she would get angry though she is around 80 years old now. There are so many memories around her. There is so much of inspiration which she ignited in me unknowingly/innocently. Some memories make me cry like a child. I wish I ever be a small kid crying in my grand Ma's lap. But, what to do? Time never stops. What ever it is she is closer to my heart even being thousands of miles away... The last time when I was leaving her, she brought a bag and emptied in front of me and told me to take all the money she saved probably for quite long time mentioning that the money would help me as I was going too far away (Mumbai). She persuaded me a lot to accept. I was weeping in side. I didn't at all accept. I was very adamant on my decision. It was the very same day my brother got married in the morning. That was the only reason which made me to stay at home till that day. Anyway
It's all about real life as it happened or as it is perceived... (The journey of being a soldier to Marketing Executive, from being a farmer to a Call Center Employee and finally a yogi...)