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  • Guru...ar...saadh...jap.
  • Guru...ar...saadh...jap.
  • Welcome, come in
  • Biji doesn't even look sentimental. Instead, she is still praying.She isn't even saying anything unlike the others. Nevertheless, she has such a tender aura around her as usual
  • She used to wake me up in the morning and get me ready for school. She carried several stale chapatis with her for the village dogs. She would feed them on the way to school.
  • I will miss you two a lot as well, Maaji, Pitaji.
  •  Biji must be very upset. She has always been near me and now I have to be away from her for five years.
  • My little boy is now a man. now you are going to King's College in London for higher studies. we couldn't be any prouder.
  • Guru...ar...saadh...jap.
  • My grandmother always went to school with me because the school was attached to the temple. The priest taught us alphabets and the morning prayer while my grandmother sat inside reading the scriptures.
  • The turning point in our friendship was when we went to the city. There were no dogs in our neighbourhood and I went to school by motor bus.My grandmother took to feeding sparrows in the city. She could not help me with school and was distressed that there was no teaching of the God.
  • When I decided to go abroad for further studies, I was sure my grandmother would be upset. She was not even sentimental. She came to leave at the railway station but did not talk or show any emotion.
  • Even on the first day of my arrival five years later, her happiest moments were with her sparrows whom she fed longer and with frivolous rebukes.In the evening a change came over her. She did not pray. She collected the women of the neighbourhood, got an old drum, and started to sing.
  • She did not pray. The next morning she was taken ill. She lay peacefully in bed praying and telling her beads. Even before we could suspect, her lips stopped moving and the rosary fell from her lifeless fingers. A peaceful pallor spread on her face and we knew that she was dead.
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