The Blog page looked bare for a bit today, i realized i had gotten too used to see it the way i had arranged it. I thought perhaps i should change it.

My 90 year old delirious grand mother had gotten even more delirious. she had been moving around in circles from one room to another, looking for my school bag.
I heard of that over the phone with maa and chuckled.

as a kid, i lay nights awake, picturing-imagining her die. i used to cover my mouth and sob silently with god-awful fright.
over the years i presumed that i'd gotten over it and when the day came i'd get by and be just fine.

In the end, after hanging up, i covered my mouth again... and cried.

My Blog, I have decided to keep it the way i had arranged it.. i couldn't possibly live in its absence.


sujaan said...

eerily discomforting, quite an emotional read

Minakshi said...

She's 90!
I still remember going to your place and meeting her. She loved having me over. Remember Reema?
She loved watching us as we ate, played around, danced or just sat next to her brooding...
She once told me I looked like an old actress. I dont remember now who exactly :)
I would love to see her once again.
Reema she'll be fine.

Send her my love.

reema said...

@sujaan: its a truth that to my great difficulty i am coming to terms with.
@ Minakshi: i am surprised as to how vividly u remember...
lets hope she wud pull through..

little boxes said...

i can never understand how you manage to pack in so much of emotions into the few words you use.
as sujaan said,this is eerily discomforting but i also sensed a little comfort.maybe it's in the knowing that she's there...doesnt matter how,but atleast she's still there.