Genre: Non-Fiction
Word Count: 100 words of text, exactly
Tribute
(Or: Who Carries Whom?)
©February 24th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Ninety-three years old, clear-skinned, white-haired, my grandmother shines with inner light. Married at thirteen, a mother at seventeen, a grandmother in her early forties, she grew up in a time and country unconducive to women.
However, she rules the kitchen, her uncontested realm. With unflinching hands full of creative strength, she cooks fragrant meals and South-Indian desserts par excellence with poise and pleasure.
She speaks about the joint-family in which she lived, with pride and regret, both.
Wonder-struck, I listen to her stories. She’s proud of me, her accomplished grand-daughter.
I hold her hands, and tell her I love her.
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Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our delightful, kindly Fairy Blog-Mother, for hosting Friday Fictioneers (which invites and celebrates story-telling [in a hundred words] from people all over the world), and to Al Forbes for that curious photo-prompt, which gives rise to many scenarios in my mind.