Be Different…

One of my favorite persons of all time,  is no more today. My grandmother we call her “Patti” is no more today. She passed away in her sleep a few hours ago in her favorite town Conoor, in Tamilnadu India.

MISS YOU

All I can do is sit here miles away and bid her goodbye. Career and Ambition has brought me thousands of miles away from family. When things like this happen, its a feeling of being lost.

Last year when I was in India I made a trip to Bangalore to see her in Ooty. It was a short trip but i will always cherish her memories.

Growing up when i was a kid, I remember the many many times I would go with my parents and brother to visit Tatta and Patti ( Grandpa and Grandma) in Coonoor. IT was always a fun trip. Taking the train in the Nilgiri Express from Coimbatore a city in Tamilnadu where i grew up to Coonoor.

I remember all those cold winter nights when we arrived in the house, my patti would cook this wonderful meal with freshly picked vegetables ( hand picked a few minutes ago ) from the garden. That garden was her love. It had all the vegetables , fruits  and flowers. I remember he knitting a sweater and being such a busy person when my little brother was born.

She was extremely good at her hold in English. For that generation of Indians to know how to write and read so well was amazing. Infact she used to write letters to me when i was doing my engineering and also when i came to US and was in Florida. I remember that clear handwriting.

Patti you will always be missed.

Love

Grandson