nani ma, my grandmother

She entered my world when I was six years old. But I am certain that there is a place in my memory bank where she resides from earlier times but I can’t see her face or give any vivid details of that time. Its just a feeling – just a whiff of a delicate perfume you once smelled and could not let go.

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