smittenbyu | a beautiful dream

Maybe I don't see my parents as grandparents yet and so the dream put in place people I know of as grandparents.... but it was a nice dream nonetheless...

N and I were visiting India with Divya. I am not sure how old she was in the dream, maybe 8 months? She was at crawling age. We were visiting my maternal grandparents at their home in Bangalore - a home that I have been staying at during our visits to Bangalore since 1983 (until of course mom and dad built their home and moved in in 2007).

It was just another day at home with my grandfather sitting in the 20 year old chair with his usual sweater vest and cotton white lungi entertaining our little Divya. He was proud great-grandfather and showing off the little one to all the visitors who would stop by. The house main door would be open and many people who had great respect for grandpa would just stop to say hello as they would pass by whether by foot or on some motor vehicle. Grandmother was preparing something in the kitchen and bringing it over. She would then sit down to share the story of how she took care of me at birth after my mom delivered me. Everyone was so happy and so proud.

And then of course, it was time to wake up from the dream and feed my little angel. I miss grandpa (passed away in 1991) and now my grandmother (who passed away just two months ago. I was never really close to my maternal grandmother - she wasn't the stereotype grandmother, who laughed and played with us telling number of stories. But she had a lot of love for my sis and I.

And it's time to end this post and go feed my baby and go for an afternoon nap. Maybe I can revisit the dream. It would be nice.