Nani’s sister was very intimidating, she barely spoke to kids and even when she did, she either gave them candies or was only interested in ensuring they didn’t dirty her house. Heer was indifferent to her but she still loved going to her house. She called her Badi Nani, and…
Every saturday my Nani and I went to the Gurudwara. A beautiful white building, Immaculate white flooring, with grand double stairs. I would sit with her for five, Then step out to play with the kids in the garden outside. She always sat there praying to god. I never asked…