Gardens remind me of Grandma…..

In London, I live in an area that is full of greenery. There are many parks nearby. Spring is here and the gardens are blooming with flowers and gardeners are hard at work removing the weeds that have grown during the cold winter.

The back garden of my house is full of weeds among the overgrown grass. It is a nice garden and the owner had told us he would start maintaining the garden once summer starts. When I see the weeds I feel like pulling them out. My mind flashes back to the days I used to stay at my uncle’s place in Tripunithura. My brother and I used to help Grandma to pull out the weeds in the garden. It was nice to watch her passion for maintaining the garden. She knew a lot about plants and flowers. She used to scold us if we did not do things in the right way.

She would have loved to see all the gardens and parks out here. I used to like her smartness and quick-wittedness. Many a time her words used to hurt people but still I think she had a soft corner for me despite her words.

There is still a pang of sadness when I think of Grandma even though it has been two and half years since she passed away. She had a peaceful death and must be one of the few people who could have a last look at their most cherished possessions before closing their eyes forever. From what I heard, before she died, she took a stroll in her garden and had a good look around the garden, I guess she had a hint her time had come and then went to lie down on her bed. I feel one must be very lucky to do your favourite thing before you have taken your last breath. I miss her a lot. I believe she is looking down upon all of us all the time.