Bittersweet.

29th April- this day holds a key to one of my vulnerable locks. Its a day of bittersweet memories. This is the day where I ring in birthdays with some acquaintances, then set upon a lookout for a secluded corner. After finding, the serene, tranquil niche  I shed tears as if there's no tomorrow.

This day symbolises my paternal granny's death in the year 2007. The reason the passing away hits so hard is that I wasn't by her side during her last breath. It sounds ridiculously sentimental and filmy. But we Indians are this type of a lot. I lost the woman who was the reason behind me learning to read and write in my mother tongue. Her delicious food forced even the biggest dignataries to lick their fingers. A crazy larger than life personality was the reason behind me being the apple of everyone's eyes. I was dressed like an angel from head to toe due to her painstaking efforts. She was 54 when Death decided to play truant and stole her away.

My parents and I had left for Mahableshwar just the night before. A rare disease which she had survived the first time around resurfaced. Till date nothing has come to light. Her lips would swell without any particular reason and it would be impossible to breath. Her predicament was unimaginable. Ultimately, she lost the ugly fight and left this world.

Even though we have progressed in technology, we still haven't found the root cause behind my granny's ailment. This incident has pushed me into making my name. in this wide field. Till I fulfill my dream, another 29