👵❤...IN THE MEMORY...👵❤

Hello people... 

We all love our Grandmother, don't we? As you all love your grandmother, I too love my grandmother a lot. I'm beginning this blog in a very mornful state because my grandma passed away on this same day last year (02/03/2023). While I was thinking about how exultant I was when I think of the days I've been with her and that is the point where nostalgia hits me so harder. In our childhood, grandma's house is where we go often for our summer/monsoon vacation. Grandma's house is the place where we will feel like king/Queen because we are treated that way. No matter how chubby we are but in our grandma's sight, we are always thin and she prepares delicious food and snacks to make us plumpy. No matter how battered  our grandma's house is but it's very special to us. When I was thinking about my grandma, something in parallel striked my mind. The poem " My Grandmother's House " Written by Kamala Das which I read in my class 9 suddenly popped up in my mind. 

"My Grandmother's House" by Kamala Das is a reflective poem that delves into the poet's memories of her ancestral home. It describes the house as a place of warmth, security, and familial love. The poet reminisces about the sights, sounds, and smells of the house, invoking a sense of nostalgia for the simplicity and happiness of her childhood. However, as she grows older and moves away, she begins to feel disconnected from the house and its memories. The poem explores themes of belonging, identity, and the passage of time, ultimately expressing a longing to return to the innocence and comfort of her grandmother's house.

Now, not only my Grandmother's house but my grandmother too became a memory. With the hope that one day I'll meet her in heaven I'm concluding. 

In the memory of Mrs. Saroja Natarajan

                          Thank you...