
Death.....its not that easy on the family of the dead.I remember the day my grand mom died. I loved her a lot and I know she loved me a lot too. She was gem of a person, a great cricket fan, an ideal grand parent. She used to tell stories, sing songs, make braids, and comment over the models on ftv. Everyday she, in a typical malayali attire with her socks and sports shoes, hit the walking track. Out of curiosity and fascination people from the complex used to come and enquire about her. She's the reason behind so many complex friends.