With moon hung by our shoulder, we were seated in the varanda feeling the slightly cold breeze pass by us. We got startled by the unappealing sound of the ambulance siren. I gave a sigh of relief and turned back to take a look at my granny. I got confounded by what I saw. The paled hands of her with wrinkles like that of a cotton shirt that had been left unironed for decades, came together, prepping for a prayer. Her eyes shut down instantly and I could see her lips which were pulled inside, mumbling something. There was this strange tranquilness in the air for a second and then she opened her eyes and continued reading Ramayana. Driven by my anxious mind, I asked her what was it all about. She passed this pleasing smile and started talking," This world we live in is quite a selfish one. We make wishes for ourselves hoping God will listen and make them come true. But that's not how it works." I was listening but I couldn't help but notice that her voice was not quive
A place where you find life written in words.