The sweetest days

The steps of rocks unevenly paved
Leading to the river ; the sacred one
In the shades of the bamboo trees
Embraced by cool mesmerizing wind
There I grew; I spent my life
Watching the lush green and blue
Listening the chirping birds and crickets
Feeling the cool river on my body
Drenching myself in the drops of rain
I grew so ; in the land of love
The lady in white had her hair too white
She hid some jasmine buds in her hair
Even today,
 the fragrance of the flower makes me think of her
She never scolds; I doubt if she ever knew
All she knew was a bunch of tales
Which made me sleep lying close to her
Even now, I can feel the warmth of her.
I grew so ; listening her tales
I fell asleep many nights
 not able to listen them fully.
Filled are my memories with her n her house
my holidays, my childhood,the sweetest days!
I was asked to call her grandma
Yes grandma and her home
The only place,where I wish to go back.
The days with her I would have enjoyed more
If I knew once I will lose them forever.
I could have made her happier
I could have been a better grand daughter
Like the ones in the stories she said.!