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A Grandmother's Tale


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All the colours
that I'd  ever see,
flashed across her face
as she spoke
about her childhood

A childhood
that showed her
what it meant to be happy
and helped  her  find invisible hands,
that held  her while she walked.

She placed her fingers 
against her  stomach,
as though to feel
those momentary butterflies.
And her teenage,
blushed.

A teenage, that saw 
recklessness, curiosity,
illusions, vibrant clothes,
giggles, gossips and  handsome boys.

She smiles instantly
and looks into my eyes
with rays of experience,
as she tells me
about her adulthood.

An adulthood,
that found her soul mate,
made her a  master chef,
and taught her the A to Z of multitasking.

She suddenly shifted
her gaze  towards the window
and said“you must know that I once,
kissed the rain, meddled with wet earth
identified flowers, cycled  across the roads
and the entire world has been my hang out spot!

After 70 years in this world,
when I look back now,
I know I have seen
enough and more.

After 70 years in this world,
when I look back now
I know I have lived!”

                        -(c) Vasanthi

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