I was in the card shop purchasing an anniversary card for my forthcoming fifteenth wedding anniversary. The ambiance of the card shop was quite cozy. A father and two daughters were chatting away happily behind the cashier counter. They seemed to be a happy family. I was delighted to see the intimacy shared by them. Though I have a son, my inclination toward a girl child is tremendous. Rummaging through the love cards, I was engrossed and confused as to which card would be the most appropriate to show my love to my hubby.
The tinkling of the bell at the door of the card shop made me look up. I saw an old granny enter slowly with a stick to support her legs. With a tinkle of love, she slowly went near the counter. I assumed she must be a part of this loving father-daughter family. I went back to my rummaging when these words hit my ears, “I need a birthday card for my granddaughter.” I had to look up, a grandmother, buying a card … ?!
We have a pre-set image of a grandmother who will generally give blessings and some money to the birthday girl. Grannies dislike candles being blown off, they generally advise lighting a lamp instead. And have we ever seen a granny buy a card? Cards were for youngsters and sentimentally crack people like me. Well, that’s exactly what I thought till this day.
My notions were destroyed today. Times have changed and people have changed too. We might disregard our elders as rigid, old-mentality people but, if they can change for us, don’t we need to be a little more understanding and caring toward them? Today, when my grandparents are no longer with me, I miss them so much. At least once a week I find myself in my ancestral house with them around me in my dreams.
Grandparents are rare to find; their love is unmatched, abundant, and selfless …
Love them before it is too late.