Monday, May 30, 2005
Ask most Americans about their early memories and they will usually say something about their first kiss or some such thing. Contrast that to Indians, where its bound to be a family related memory. Most of my earliest memories involve my beloved grandparents. I remember being scared of a mighty thunderstorm and nanaji (my maternal grandfather) laughed it off and said it’s only the rain, it is good for us and since then I have loved the rain. I have numerous memories of naniji (my maternal grandmother) but one of my fondest memories is of her teaching me how to knit when I was about 3 years old. She would put the stitches on the needle and show me how to do it right and within 10 minutes when I had made a mess of it, she would calmly undo the entire thing and show me again. It carried on for quite a while like that!
Posted by Shalini at 5:40 AM