Visting Grandma

I believe everyone at one time or another met someone who taught us to see ourselves more clearly and helped us understand what we wanted from life. I too have someone who inspired me my whole life. When I was little, I use to visit my Uncle’s house every year during summer vacation. I lived in a metropolitan city whereas my Uncle lived at country side. He lives with my Aunty, their five daughters and also my grandparents. Although I liked everybody their, the person whom I loved the most was my grandmother. She was a hard-working, humble and soft-hearted person. She loved me too because I used to follow and obey her. Grandma Kashi loved the farm animals, loved to do farming activities, loved to play games, cooks on wood stove and tells bedtime stories.

Early morning, I and my grandmother walked to the barn holding each other hand. Her hand was so soft and crumpled. The barn was roughly 20 to 25 feet away from the house. On the way to the barn, there were mango trees on both sides of the walkway. The early morning crispy fresh air was filling our lungs with energy. It was a soothing experience to hear the birds chirping. Mostly the cows lived in this musty-smelling barn with few buffaloes. I feed them fresh grass which has just been cut from the field. The grass smells so earthy. The ringing of the bell around cow’s neck while they eat grass sounds melodious. After feeding the animals, my grandma prepared to milk the cows. She washes the cow’s udder, and starts’ massaging the teats and the milk starts gushing out. The stream of the milk creates rhythmic sound, which is so comforting. In no matter of time the pot filled with foamy milk. The warm and fresh aroma of the milk was very delightful. We enjoy milking the cows. It is s...

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...y grandma’s bed was in the center and my bed was next to her. My grandma sets the mood for the story. She starts to tell a story and we all listen to her with adding our expressions to it. She puts her gentle hand on my forehead and massages my forehead. Grandma’s stories went on along with the night, but I was never able to know the end of the story because the serene surroundings along with grandma’s tranquil massage takes a moment for me to fall asleep.

Today, my grandma is not alive but she lives in my memories and my everyday life. Whatever I am today is because of her. As I grew with her, she seeded the characteristic of love, satisfaction, nature loving, hard-working, simplicity, and discipline and time management in me. Finally they all grew with me and made me a successful person in life. She would be happy to see me succeed in my life in all aspects.