The memory lane

Google reminds me of stuff that happened this day, six years ago.  We had apparently visited my grandmother’s farm house (now mine), at the outskirts of our city.  The flowers were in bloom, which is strange, considering it is November.  It must have been a good monsoon that year.


Awwww….how fast they grow.



Yes, the last two pictures squeezed my heart.  Some day, I will find in me, the courage to write about her.


10 thoughts on “The memory lane

  1. UL

    Your Grandmother is beautiful ….I suppose we are different in that way, I find writing about my Ammoomma very healing….the best kind of outlet there is. One step at a time, you have her beautiful pictures up…hope you will begin to write some more..



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