Awaiting my arrival at her home with an angelic smile ,wrapping me with her hugs, preparing me the tastiest food ever , she is my most approachable pillar of support both emotionally and financially for she is my Graaand- Mom. When our entire family meets up to celebrate any occasion she would be the most happiest person on earth.
For all these years granny was there for all of us. A sudden diagnosis of a rectal carcinoma and surgery that followed, she turned all frail and flimsy. But her lovely daughters,my mom and aunt, were extremely careful about not making her realize what she underwent was a small cancer surgery.This in fact played a great role in her quick recovery.All through these days her children and grandchildren were around her to nurse her.
As I got to be around her, I experienced the joy of having a grown-up baby around me. Every time someone should be beside her pretty much as a babysitter, looking at what she is up to, holding her hand while she walks. We had to dress her up and brush her hair. Much the same as a toddler, the toughest part was talking her into having each meal. I was assigned the duty of making her a variety of juices each day as she happily picked out her fruit of choice. She kept asking the same questions over and over at different times of the day,to which we had to give the same answers. We even put pillows on her side to ensure she won’t tumble from the bed.
Once a school teacher,now she behaves like a playful kid at school. The old baby is in full swing when all of us are around her, especially my one year old niece. Being around my lovely Grandma, for sure I realize that the greatest gift we can give the aged is our Time.
A library is altogether a different world. The marvelous world of books and the stories they have got to narrate. When anyone mentions the word ‘library’ my school library comes running into my mind. Back in school days, I used to frequent the library. The sight of neatly stacked books in the book shelves , calling me out to read them, gave me a feeling of euphoria. With a plethora of choices to select from, the library was my favourite place at school. The place was so silent that you could hear a pin drop. It had a big banner saying ‘Keep silence” and beautiful quotes were hung at every nook and corner. Our well-lit library had polished wooden tables. I had a favourite spot on a corner where I use to sit.
From lifestyle magazines to fiction ,spine-chilling mysteries to Vedas, from cutting-edge technology journals to world class literature, the library had an array of books. It beyond any doubt, was the wonderland for any bookworm. The voracious reader in me sometimes wanted to grab and run away with all the books at once. But haplessly , at school, they issued only one book at a time. The sight of brand new books arrived at the bookshelf was literally mouthwatering. I loved to smell the pages of newly arrived magazines and books before I started to read them. I and my friends used to actively engage in discussions post our reading. We even used to secretly nickname some of our class mates after the fictional characters. We could talk about these children under their nose , without they knowing .
As a child, Enid Blyton books were my top favourite. I can still feel the joy I used to get out of perusing the Magic faraway tree. A few books were enthralling to the point that I never took my head out of the book. It was a rare sight to see all the seven Harry Potter books together as they were on the run most of the time.
In this age of chatting and googling where everything is a fingertip away, I wonder how many children would take time out of their lives to explore the treasure house of knowledge and absolute fun called Library…
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