Context

Grandmothers are a context from our river spaces.They are our context to explain our why. And how.

Grandmothers sit by the river.They are the egg-heads whose stainless steel bowls glisten at the bottom with a hundred rupee note by us.

A grandmother who had earlier forgotten a mind has now forgotten a body. Soon we will forget her body in her ashes. Ashes are easily forgotten. Grandmothers are so easily forgotten as easy as their forgetting minds.

But their context is not ashes.It is a river that flows to give us our context.