My World Says

Happy birthday  GRANNY... Obviously we call our grandmother as MATTEMMA...(in Malayalam)... I  swear, mattemma is not JUST a grand mother but our...all -in -all,,...more over ,the only one in my home who don't scold me!She sharpens her ears to her our problems....frequently asks me reasons for my cries....and  tries to solve them !Having somebody to hear our problems is really a relief...which I receive from her too...She teaches me simplicity ,helping mentality, humbleness and a lot more... Today,we are going to  celebrate her 80th birthday. Wonderful 80 years . Yet she  has shared  with us more than 80000000000000000000000000000000 wonderful stories,incidents and experiences with us.... She is the best historian,cook,story teller,..I have ever seen. She hold me close to nature,because she lives so :) She protects me from my mother's scoldings and beats... More ... and... more   to say! :) I'm just skipping from those lists now. Now let ...

The Grown-up I remember those days When: My my eyes wondered at twinkling stars, My voice made those  cuckoos fool and my barefooted flights behind butterflies. Tasting sour- salted mangoes, Dancing in the rain, The days of endless quarrel and stunds,  with my brother, for the yummy piece of chocolate Later,the reddish face of my mom with a long stick,burned in anger! Moreover,my fear of beasts and witches whom I read in the some fantasy stories... Nights with tender-sweet dreams... and charismatic mornings. My childhood. I never guessed that: The days without fun and soul happiness are yet to come in my life too. The realization strucks me! Yes.I have been GROWN-UP. The Grown-up. You know,The Grown-up people will not smile... will not cry... and they JUST lives! Just lives. Think, are you too a  Grown-up? The Grown-up?