An ode to my grandmother
I have seen my grandmother deeply dear in the first part of my childhood; blurred but beautiful some memories of her still mesmerize me making an affluent affectionate hood over my head. "O Shuk, O Shuk" - what an enchanting and attractive calling of her full of anxiety in the absence of mine a bit- it was - emitting echoes throughout nature, which is now throughout the cosmos of my life! © Shukdeb Chandra Mazumder 03-08-2023
