Essays

My grandmother is an old lady. Her name is Smt. Santosh Sharma. She is a lovable old woman. She is a highly religious lady and goes to the temple early in the morning every day.

She deems it important to take her bath well before the sunrise. She has her prayers and "Aarti" regularly. She observes many fasts. Every Monday is her fasting day.

She needs only an excuse for observing a fast. She believes that fasts make us merciful and pure. Even otherwise, she eats very little.

She gives regular alms to the poor beggars, particularly the handicapped ones.

She donates mustard oil and black grams every Saturday and gives one chapatti daily to the street dog.

In the matter of donations, she is not ready to listen to any logic. Her-faith in God is unshakable.

My grandmother hardly has a black hair on her head. She worked hard in her life. She loves not only papa and mamma but also me and my brother.

She is very much worried if any one of us falls ill. She loves all mankind and all creatures and prays to God for the welfare of all creations.

I have a high regard for my grandmother who is the perfect model of a true Indian woman, being a very picture of self-effacing sacrifice for others.

She never speaks an unpleasant word. That is why all the children of the street love her. She loves all family members. I like her very much.