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Writer's pictureOjasvi Pandya

Living And Learning

So.


It's been an eventful week, to say the least. But, can I please not talk about it yet? Something heartwarming did manage to scrape its way through though, and that, I'd love to relive.


A friend and their family had to rush out of town. Due to lack of direct flights, and the hassles that come with train reservations, they usually opt for road travel - an option that is infeasible for their grandmother. This injects uncertainty to their plans, and more often than not, one of them chooses to stay back to keep her company. Unfortunately, it wasn't an affordable option this time around. They asked me if I could stay at their place for a few days, and of course, I obliged.


I'm not somebody who grew up with her grandparents around. We visited them a couple times a year, but that was before I could develop the consciousness of valuing what I had. Once I did, the Universe took the privilege away from me. I once knew somebody who had the luxury of meeting their grandparents every week or so. I always hoped they were grateful for something somebody like me craved for, and wondered if I would ever be privy to that feeling. Turns out, I was.


Let's get the obvious out of the way, I'm not going to paint a rosy picture of how perfect it has been. There were moments where the generational gap and the conditioning that comes with it was glaringly obvious to me. But, that's the upside of being an adult. You understand why somebody is the way they are, and that it's their life experiences speaking, not just them. Outside of that, it has just been fulfilling. From tea at the table in the morning, to listening to her stories, from watching ancient movies to learning from her cooking and have her taste mine, it has been so wholesome.


My answer to Aron's first question had always been my grandparents. I finally got a glimpse of what that would feel like.

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