My Grand Mother
My earliest memory was of a window that was in our bedroom. I used to gaze at the nature with all the curiosity of a child . I remember seeing the beautiful sky my window showed off on sunny mornings. And in Monsoon, I used to have great time listening to the sound of rain. I loved to watch the mighty thunderstorm followed by blinding light and the first bloom that sprouted in the garden in spring. The world to me, was perfect! I decided not to change a thing. That being said, I seldom ventured into thinking about my own