"You people are going to have a tough time when I die".
She, my grandmother, meant sorting through heaps of paper work and photographs and things like that.
I asked her to let me take a look, at the photographs. Just so that it's easier for us when you die.
We had this morbid, irreverent thing going. And so my grandmother to show me the albums, the loose photos, whatever is lying around in those old trunks. Let me take a look. I did. And for two days, she had to constantly look away from her knitting to tell me, who is this?, when was this taken? What year? Okay, what decade?
I brought back some photos with me. As a shortcut to scanning them, I took some photos of photos.
She, my grandmother, meant sorting through heaps of paper work and photographs and things like that.
I asked her to let me take a look, at the photographs. Just so that it's easier for us when you die.
We had this morbid, irreverent thing going. And so my grandmother to show me the albums, the loose photos, whatever is lying around in those old trunks. Let me take a look. I did. And for two days, she had to constantly look away from her knitting to tell me, who is this?, when was this taken? What year? Okay, what decade?
I brought back some photos with me. As a shortcut to scanning them, I took some photos of photos.
My grandmother's grandmother, her dadi.
My grandmother's brother:
The inscription behind this photograph: From an unlucky soldier to his sister, Gian
Sexy people frolick in a pool in Agra. Fifty years later, their granddaughter put the photo up on the Internet.
Check out the hotness that is my granny in the thirties, not her thirties. In the top hat, she's standing with her professor's wife, dressed for a fancy dress competition in class 10.
This one's later. Married with two kids. It's my phone wallpaper and I can't stop swooning. I call it starlet on the rocks.
10 comments:
Gahwjus! She looks just like you. Or vice versa.
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Now, that's more like it. I don't like it when you travel. You don't write. No more trips for you. Do you hear me?
where was that last one taken?
Old memories! I love going through old B&W pictures! They had so much to say, unlike are digital pics today...
Per : Touched! Bloody late in replying to comments but gawjus is sweet. Thank youuu.
Ub: I hear you. I hear you. Passport hereby surrendered to thee hee. Heh.
Anon: Kashmir somewhere
Mystic: Hence the sepia mode on your canon? :)
Omg! I make so many typos! I need to stop watchin tv/ reading and talking at the same time :P
@Nunu I love Sepia mode! :D
Did you really? I've been meaning to forever and ever. It's with me constantly, the wealth that is stored in them, the libraries. I sneak in questions in chats, because they don't have the energy for a "formal questioning." Its terrifying. That this is it. It's all happened. And there's a deadline looming somewhere.
Ugh.
priceless pictures...
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