You have been my first teacher of life and always will be. When I was young, you told stories of mythology, God's and Goddesses. Your own story and the quaint miracles of your life. You told me stories without forcing the lessons on me. You allowed me to ask questions and challenge the ancient logics.
You encouraged my inquisitiveness to learn whatever I liked. I remember I learnt to make jewellery and clothes for God. You taught me how to make garlands and sing hymns. You even taught me your native language, Bengali.
As I grew, you slowly started disseminating the truths about life and relegion. You did this so effortlessly, that I had no trouble grasping the understanding.
You taught me so much my beloved grandma, I have become who I am with your teachings and support. I will carry them all throughout my life and may be I will be able to one day put on your shoes.
