Meeting my Grandma

 

I remember I just met her once... 

Her mighty presence was just enough to fill in the silence in the midst of the worldy chaos. 

Her caressing hands touched my soul as if the dry shores were awaiting to get hit by the wavy splash. 

Yes, she too was keen to meet me and took me round the temples of the street. 

She got me to sing the evening prayers and bought me some goodies. 

I still am fond of those memories when she lapped up admiration and hugged me tight. 

I wish I knew that it was the only last time we meet...