"I don't want to play in your yard,
I don't love you anymore
You'll be sorry when you see me,
Swinging on your garden door." - Grandma, T.Kanagamani
Only grandmothers as sporting and as sweet as my grandma will teach their grandchildren funky nursery songs and this song will always remain in my heart forever.
I may not remember when was the last my grandma had sung that song to me but I do remember the way she sing it word by word and her expression that accompanies her singing. Why must all these be significant to me only now? Well, it is because she is unwell and is going to have a major operation tomorrow and I am scared.
Life is indeed fragile yer how many times do we ever thank the skies for our life and for the lives of those around us? Why do we spend time slandering those around us with our words and actions, hurting one another, taking our existence for granted? If we could spend time going on and on again on negative things, why can
Story of My Life