She's no more :((

To me, the word 'Dadi' was a synonym for many things, most important was saving me from mom's beatings. Children are very intelligent. After getting the concept, whenever mom was angry with me over anything, I knew where should I go? She used to make "Pudes" on Teej festival in the month of July, and carry them along from my native village Sankror to Bhiwani, 20 kms away, for us. I remember, most of them were either not fully cooked, or cooked more... Don't remember the taste, but saliva still comes in mouth even by their thought. I have never found any stories more fascinating than hers.

If I were some 10-12 years younger, Elder people would have told me, "Your Grandmother has gone to live with God now." And I would have been satisfied.... Why, the hell, I grew? Now this explanation don't suffice... I realise that I won't be able to hear "King and his 7 queens", "Two siblings with golden hairs" stories by Dadi.. I won't be able to feel her elderly presence, when I go home.. Though She'll no more be in this world as a human body, She'll always be there besides me, as long as my memories stay. May the soul rest in peace. Ameen.