I was really a strong girl. I remember the day when my grandma died and I was supporting my sisters to say yes its important for Grandma because she was full of sickness and she was in hell due to her Disease . That's another matter I was too sad from inside and I was feeling so broken.
I was too close to my grandma. I used to sleep with my grandma and every night we see stars. She used to tell me stories of many kind. The quality time I spent with her I can never forget.

I remembering the window situated in the wall of our home, the middle section of our home. My granny used to sit on her bed and the window help her to look outside. I also use to watch her from that window.

I Am remembering small plateau. On which my grandma used to sit and dry her hairs in sunlight. She loved to eat Sweet Pumpkin. She never punished any children in her life. She was the support hand of me when my mother use to punish me. She was like the shadow of tree which prevent hot sun rays .

My dad stitched my suit today. And I shown to everyone that how I am looking. But wherever I felt incomplete because I was missing my grandma's praisal till. It's around 10 years had been of her death but still I remember her.
And this is the month December, The Month of my Grandma's Death.

I miss you. 😊😊💌
My Grandma
My Pretty Grandma
Your Jotu 😊