Down the Memory Lane-My Grandma

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Dida! I love you

Dida! I love you

I still remember years ago when my sister was about to be born, my grandma came home to help my mother. I would spend almost all day with her other than the time I had to be in school. She played with me, told me stories while feeding me and putting me to bed and bring me back from school. Every day when she came to pick me up from school, she brought chocolate nuggets for me which was tied in a knot in the end of her saree. We both ate those sweets and walked back home and she told me many stories on the way. I don’t remember most of the stories.  But I do remember how we both enjoyed the time.

Grandma is called Dida in Bengali!


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