Thursday, February 26, 2009

Generations

My only living grandparent is my mom's mom, and we went to visit her every other day during my brief stay in India. It was so touching to be able to see her interact with Ro, her youngest and possibly last great grandkid. My grandmom is the younger of two kids, my mom is her youngest, I am my mom's youngest and Ro is (so far) my youngest. Here we all are:

Grandmom (with Ro), mom and me





Answers to random questions you might have, relating to my grandmom: 

From the second picture - no she isn't blue eyed.  That is the gray cast of cataract which we are trying to convince her to get operated. 

The white smear on her forehead: she doesn't wear a "red dot" because she is a widow. While a lot of present day widows do wear a red or black bindis to not be obvious about their widowhood, more traditional (and older) women from my community wear something like what my grandmom does. And no, we don't send our widows to Varanasi to die the way the movie "Water" tried to convince you all!

3 comments:

sandy said...

I love these pictures! SO sweet.

Anonymous said...

1) The family resemblance is so strong among the generations of women in your family. My family is similar, somewhere I have a photo of my grandmother, mother, and myself.

2) Ro is absolutely adorable.

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Leesie said...

What a beautiful photo of all of you Meera, and those pictures have forever captured precious memories for RoRo on the visit with his Great Grandmother! How sweet...