Grandmom

U know how it is to be in a room all the time. No?then ask me.It is blissful.I have always liked my room.This one here with a single cot and my wardrobe.My son had got new white bedsheets and placed ur grand father's photo on the light blue painted wall.That face is almost all of wat I remember of him.Ur grandfather.Anyway my room is compact with a window opening to the garden.I had watched her-my daughter-in-law, ur mother get up daily before dawn and pay obeisance to the tulsi.I had smiled in pride after all my son chose the right lady for himself.Then he got me a mirror and a radio.Then slowly things changed.The servants, cooks all replaced by younger ones.Additions kept happening the slide door, curtain, mosquito coil, pain relief balms n yeah ur wife.Nice girl but is busy all the time or so I think.Sometimes I tell her about our family and traditions .She does not pray daily in front of tulsi but at least she lights the lamps and draws the rangoli in the Pooja room.U know all these horrid stories they tell on this radio of old people being ill treated and sent to old age homes and such.I am glad our house is not like that.I still see the sun rise thru my window daily.Nothing much has changed u know.The cook still never adds enough salt for me. The lil servant boy never gets out of way.My son still comes home late. And yeah my bedsheets and my saree have been the same too.