1 The portrait of my grandmother

My ''Grandmother" was an old wrinkly woman, who couldn't have grown older. She was short, plump and slightly bent. She always wore a white saari, with silver locks covering her face, due to this she describes as being a "winter landscape in the mountains". She has a calm, gentle and reassuring face. She always has one hand supporting her back while the other is busy in telling the beads of rosary.

She is a saintly woman, quite religious and kind. Grandmother spends all her time in chanting prayers. She is very kind-hearted which is clearly seen from the instances where she feeds stale chapatis to dogs and crumbled bread to the sparrows.

She never shows her emotions, but loves her grand son dearly. Even when the author leaves for abroad she pretends that she doesn't care,but, she has a lot of affection and blessings for her dear grandson.

She is accustomed to old traditions, and isn't really interested in science and modern education. She has an old mindset due to which she revolts when I tell her about the idea of learning music, as she believes music is a monopoly of harlots and beggars.

Despite her disagreements and conflicts, grandmother is purely a saintly woman with a heart of gold.