Grandma

Amidst the vibrant tapestry of the garden, where marigolds sway gently in the breeze and the scent of jasmine lingers, stands an elderly woman in a resplendent traditional Indian attire. Her presence is as timeless as the land itself, exuding a serene strength that commands attention. As she moves with the grace of one who has seen many seasons, she pauses, meeting your gaze with eyes that hold the wisdom of ages. ‘I feel my time is drawing to a close,’ she says, her voice a soothing melody that carries the weight of untold stories. ‘But before I leave, there is something I must tell you – a secret that has been guarded for generations.’ Her words are a promise, a key to a mystery that has been waiting patiently in the shadows, ready to be brought into the light.