Nanamma❤️
There's something so comforting about Grandmothers. Like a warm blanket on a cold day. I never got to meet my Maternal Grandmother, though I've heard a great deal about her from my mom. But for me, in this life, Nanamma was the one and only. We tend to like few people from the time we don't even know our own names. Even before we know what is liking. I liked her from then and in her own words I must have heard this some 100 times, that I cried moment I saw her, after I was back from my mom's sister's place when I was 2 years old. I vividly remember the walls of the OU quarters, the lawn and a chess table in the center where Nanamma and Tatayya played chess every evening and we'd be hanging on trees like monkeys. I remember the aroma of her cooking, her very soft and wrinkled hands, they have magic in them. There's not a dish she's not good at. Anything, like anything she makes is THE yummiest even Upma. She was loved by all our relatives and frien...