Granny's sissy
It was only about 3 years ago that I met my granny's sister for the first time. Until then we only knew we existed at some corners. She is 86 now but she always manages to visit Kathmandu to see us. During her visits, we have a lot of talks. She teaches us lessons from her experiences. Listening to her adventurous days while she was young, is something that always fascinates me. Tour to India and living in there, working as a driver, awful miscarriages, she has so many stories to tell us. She enjoys sharing about the days she went through and I always love listening to her, and hence we kinda make a pair. Even when we don't meet, we make calls to each other. She expects my call every other week. Our bond only grows stronger and stronger. Sometimes, I feel like meeting her was destined so as to recover the place of my granny whom we lost last year. During her recent visit, she got me a ring. Handing over the ring to me, she said, "Always keep this with you, so that it'll always remind you of me. Now, I can't assure you my next visit and so I brought this ring as my memory for you." Happy and emotional, the feeling was mixed. I immediately slipped the ring into my finger and there she was smiling so wide as the ring fitted so well.
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