Day 1 (A) ~ #BlogchatterA2Z challenge
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She walked along with her grandfather. He was supervising the construction of a boundary wall. On a whim, he picked up a stick and wrote her name, on the fresh cement wall. As he has intended, it brought a smile on her face.
Much has changed over the years, from emptied rooms, to shrinking menus, and minimized garden. The man is long gone. For now, that scribbled name survives.
My Grandmother’s House – by Kamla Das
( an extract)
I received love ……. That woman died,
The house withdrew into silence, snakes moved
Among books, I was then too young