Dibbai
Dibbhai - that is what I called her! my maternal grammy. I do not have much pictures of her as she mostly flourished before the digital era. I have memories and smells that remind me of her. I have few of her belongings and lots of her wisdom, stories and jokes. A teenage widow with two toddlers, shattering glass ceilings and stepping out to be a working woman at the age of 20, eventually building two houses, educating and marrying off her both daughters without any outside financial help, that was her. That is the tough part, the strict part of her. Most of her was the sweet smile, always soft spoken and giggling, loved to watch cricket and old Bengali movies. Blushed when complimented for her cooking and loved wearing floral sarees. The smell of her powdered hands and the memories of the stories she told, is what I recall of her. She woke up early, everyday and the first thing I heard was the click of the transistor button, before the static, followed by a faint music. Lis...