Tanya Thakur, Class X E
The other day I had gone for an evening walk. On the way I noticed an old woman sitting under a tree. She was reading a letter and had a soft smile on her face. I wondered what she was doing with a letter in the era of digital communication. I went closer and noticed that she was Mrs. Pablo, the lady who lives in my colony. Since I knew her, I decided to go and talk to her.
She was delighted to see me and asked me to sit beside her. She had a basket full of pancakes which she offered me. I took one greedily and asked her about the letter. Her eyes lit up as she laughed heartily. She told me that it was a letter written to her by her grandson when he was a little boy.
She further told me that she had lots of such letters, which he used to write when he was in school. Now, he had moved to the States to make a living and had a family there.
She had a good phone but she claimed that it had some problem because her grandson had not been able to contact her for some time.
I offered to help her by checking the phone. I found that it was perfectly fine. Her smile faded as I told this to her.
‘Then why doesn’t he talk to me?’ she mused.
My heart broke into a million little pieces upon hearing this and I was reminded of my own grandmother. The moment I reached home, I booked a ticket to Indore, where my grandmother lived and then called her up.
‘Hello granny! I love you!’ I beamed over the phone.
