Meri Nani aur Yeh Kahani..
My childhood memories would be incomplete without the mention of my grandparents. I was lucky to have the most wonderful and loving grandparents – both from my mother’s and my father’s side. So today, when I saw Edition 5 IndiSpire #thestory on lessons learnt from Granny, it got me to share about my grandmother, My Nani!
Very different from the generation that she was born into, unlike others, Nani was financially independent, a working woman and was in a transferable job. While my Nana was an engineer, stationed in Faizabad and took care of 3 elder children, Nani was fulfilling her job duties with two daughters in some different city. And I am talking about the 1970s. She had double masters degree and was the Principal of Government Girls Inter College. To me, she was an achiever. Administration, poetry, writing short stories, sharing thoughts with family and others and living life on principles was her passion. We were born after she retired so we had the privilege of spending time with her and getting to learn so much from her.
During our summer and winter vacations, when we used to visit Faizabad to meet our grandparents – Nani would have planned our vacation – be it a visit to Ayodhya, shopping, eating dosas at a famous hotel, Sunday morning jalebis – everything used to be just perfect. However, the best part for me used to be the afternoons. When everyone used to be fast asleep, I remember tip toeing into a room which had a big glass cabinet which stored a lot of books – from the classic hard bound Reader’s Digest to Premchand, this collection of books was just amazing. I even remember picking up my first Mills & Boon from this cupboard not to forget Shivani’s collection too. Nani pursued her interests and always found time for herself – she would go to kitty parties and come back home with an interesting quiz and grill us at times. Nani had a lovely taste in sarees too. She was fond of her Bangalore silk sarees and she would keep them safe once back home and change into the normal cotton ones (dhoti as they say in Hindi). The best quality cosmetics would be securely placed on her big dressing table. She knew what was kept where and who touched what! 😀
Today, when I look back, I realize these and many more beautiful childhood memories have shaped me in some way. All the pieces connect and I know somewhere deep inside, I have the genes 🙂