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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