“Ranjini! It is time for food!”, my Ammamma (Grandma) would call out.
I’ll either have lots to write or lots to study. I’ll say okay and continue with my work. She’ll call again after a gap and again 3-4 times, until I go have food. The problem with my studies is that I just can’t abandon it midway and so it takes time for me to have food. Sometimes, even after 12 am and I wouldn’t have had my food.
She would come to my room and softly ask,
“Why haven’t you eaten yet? You’ll have to eat alone. Call me when you do.”
“I’ll eat Ma, I have got some more work to do. You sleep. I don’t need company.”
When I finally go to the kitchen, she’ll hear the sounds in the kitchen and come sit with me. Sometimes, if I persuade her, she goes to sleep. But mostly, she sits with me until I finish eating, ensures that I have my fill and only then does she return to her room. She wouldn’t call me or come to my room after that. Her hunger is satiated once I eat. Her heart is at peace.
There was a time when my sister and I used to study overnight for our exams. She had her boards and I had CA exams. One night, it was around 2 am. We were sitting in the dining room, preparing for our exams. Suddenly we heard music from Ammamma’s room. She was humming an old song.
Uthhara Swayamvaram kathakali kanuvan…
She always told me that it was her brother’s favorite song and that he used to sing it very well and so very often. This conversation repeats itself very frequently. And so, every time she listens to, or sings, this song, I know she misses her brother a lot. He passed away around twenty years back and she keeps reminiscing their childhood days.
That night, when I heard her sing, I knew she was missing him. My sister and I decided to go and sit with her for a while. She looked upset as expected. We spoke for some time and soon we were sitting in her room, studying. After a while,
“Do you want coffee?”
“No Ammamma. We chorused.”, we both are coffee lovers. And who wouldn’t want a cup of coffee while working or studying overnight? But we didn’t want to trouble her.
“It’s okay. I’ll make some. It won’t take much time.”
“No. We don’t want it.”
“You have been studying a lot. A cup wouldn’t hurt!”
We again denied it and then,
“If you say yes, I can also have some.”
Now, we were in a fix.
“I’ll make some”, she said and went to the kitchen.
In another fifteen minutes, the three of us were sipping hot black coffee and chatting at an unearthly hour, when half the world was asleep.
A Grandma, two grand-daughters and some black coffee ❤
You can read the stories about Ammamma under the Category ‘Grandma Tales’ which you’ll find on the right side of this page. (Scroll down! Scroll down! ) If you don’t find it, just leave a comment and I’ll get back to you. If you love my ‘Grandma Tales’, again please leave a comment and I’ll be grinning ear to ear and replying!
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11 thoughts on “Grandma Tales – Of Food & Coffee”
the theme grows sweeter 🙂
You always make me miss home with your tales… This one is the sweetest of all. I remember my late night study life too, my mausi would often wake up to check if I studying inside the mosquito net or not. Beautiful and heartwarming write.
Another sweet grandma tale 🙂
There is nothing more sweeter than your mother’s or grandmother’s love! Another beautiful tale! 🙂
Grandmothers are always special.You are blessed if you have one
So beautiful, Ranjini. Made me smile and think of my Nani (Ammamma) 🙂 Not similar stories but both my grandmothers were so warm. I really miss them. 😦
mesmerizing tale in love with your story 🙂
grandmas are cute. period. nice story
Your Ammamma is so sweet. Your stories are a tribute to my nostalgia. Thank you for sharing!
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Aww thank you so much for your kind words 🙂
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