Grand Moms’ rock!

Some people are lucky when they get to know their grandparents; others are truly blessed when they are brought up by them. I was literally brought up by my grandparents. In fact, I used to call my grandparents amma and appa and my parents by their names till I was 10. So when my grandmom passes away, it was like I had lost my mother. I was and still am closer to my grandparents. It’s not that my parents did not love me; it was just that there were problems in the house. Being the only girl and the youngest, you might think I am a spoilt brat. Think again…I am a rotten spoilt brat when it comes to my brothers or grandparents.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom, but my grandmom was like a bazillion times better than her at doing anything, even if it was nagging. Even now, when I fall sick, I want my grandmom back. My mom can stand on her head and pirouette, but … my grandmom can do that in a superior, more sophisticated way.

Your grandmom will have a world view on the local goings on and somehow find a way to link you to it and finally stop with how your TV privileges should be revoked. Well, what can I say? GRANDMOMS’ ROCK!