Mostly, like every other saturday, I went to meet my maternal grandmum.
Part of the reason why I visit her is that she’d confronted it many times that she waits for the weekend to arrive whenin she expects to meet her grandchildren or so-to-say, experience a different flavor of the day than usual.
Question
Why am I writing about this?
Answer
Well, primarily, in hope that perhaps you can too take this 2 minutes post as a reference, plus our bird-eye view of experiences — the bond, a story, warmth and the chill, I and my grandmother share, and use them as it best fits your lifestyle, your time or schedule with your own grandparents if you’ve one! Until you have one!
And, secondly, I’m writing in utter hope that via this post, some of our joy and sense of belonging will brush off on you and perhaps reshape your perception on nurturing both family relationships as well as the inevitable shits!
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Quite sadly, I’ve been to houses where people seemingly value their pets more than they do to their elderly parents. I know it’s none of my business but it forever felt wrong and sad and heartbreaking! Please don’t do that kind of shit at your household!
Instead, I request you to go and speak or at least call them every once in a while without agenda or sense of urgency or need or false desire. Just do it, SELFLESSLY!
It’s a different thing that unlike many old age parents, my grandma is exceptionally outspoken, very open-minded plus that too with a high-quality organic sense of humor. But like most aged parents she’s very very emotional too.
Sometimes as we exchange, she’d cry. Sometimes she’d get upset and won’t speak to anyone. But, for most of the time as we two lay on her bed and gossip with each other about all the random stuffs — I’ve always enjoyed watching her laugh a lot.
Watching people smile truly is an antidepressant!
Meanwhile, it never ceases to amaze me that she always has plenty of hard core life philosophies to chat about. For example, just as I was listening to her this evening, she had broughten up these words for exactly three times during an hour long candid conversation; Words :-
जिन्दगी मा के नै छ र है बाबु, आज छ भोली छैन ।
~ मा
I reckon, aaaah! the purity of emotional wealth on these simple words coming from her time and again and my Awareness?! post which I’d written just this thursday are somehow vertically opposite. Resonating. Compensating. Intersectecting.
To the nutshell, our grandparents need us today, now, not our sympathy after they’ve left.
p.s. Some fascinating flashbacks I cherish with my grand-dy that I’d want to seize with this post for forever
- her time-and again asking me for a favor to download all old songs into her forever changing flashcards
- her, saving snacks like cashew nuts, almonds, walnuts, redbull, coconut milk & juices, noodles —— for me.
- our bike rides together.
- her ever changing inventories of favorite things to do/ haves.
- her asking me to never hurt anybody, specially mum.
