How I Taught My Grandmother to Read: And Other Stories

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Passage: When I was a girl of about twelve, I used to stay in a village in north Karnataka with my grandparents. Those days, the transport system was not very good, so we used to get the morning papers only in the afternoon. The weekly magazine used to come one day late. All of us would wait eagerly for the bus, which used to come with the papers, weekly magazines and the post. The narrator’s grandmother never went to school. Hence, she couldn’t read or write. Every Wednesday, the magazine Karmaveera would come. The grandmother would ask her twelve year old grand-daughter to read the next episode of the story to her. She would listen to her with the greatest concentration. During that time she would forget all her work. Later, she could repeat the entire text by heart. The grandmother too never went to Kashi. She identified herself with the heroine of the novel. After listening to the next episode of Kashi Yatre she would join her friends at the temple courtyard. There, she would discuss the latest episode with her friends.

According to her, it is never too late and she says, “for a good cause, if you are determined you can overcome any obstacle!” I have decided to join the classes that the grandmother and granddaughter are holding for anyone in the village who wants to study. What do you think? Do write and let me know. Two of us cut the cake into several pieces to be distributed. We were informed by the caretaker that there were diabetic people amongst them and they couldn't have sweets. He said they could have fruit instead the non-diabetics and fruit to those who were diabetic. Many of them missed their grand children. One of them told me that her son was in the U.S. and as he found it difficult to look after her, he had left her at this Home. Passage: I did return namaskara to her by touching her feet and gave my gift to my first student. She opened it and read the title Kashi Yatre by Triveni and the publisher’s name immediately. Avva, at this age of sixty-two you want to learn the alphabet? All your hair is grey, your hands are wrinkled, you wear spectacles and you have so much work in theYes, the grandmother could succeed. She made her granddaughter teach her by her humble pleadings and the necessity of the situation. Her determination and humility made her learn the alphabet. She was able to accomplish her desire to read the novel due to her determination and will power. Independence and Empowerment : The grandmother's journey to learn to read represents her quest for independence and self-empowerment. This theme encourages readers to consider their own potential for growth and self-discovery.

You are the grandmother from the story. Write a diary entry expressing your feelings on the day that you finally learn to read and write. They cut the nice big Cake they took with them and distributed its pieces among the inmates of the Old Age Home.

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It was a greater pilgrimage to serve a helpless child in her mind. The story was written in the form of snippets and chapters in a weekly magazine. After the granddaughter recited her the weekly chapter, Krishtakka would narrate it to her friends in the village courtyard. This was her favourite past time. Grandmother:I think, it must be a tremendous office. Do you know, your grandfather was a powerful sub­magistrate and the Police Force trembled before him? Even the fiercest dacoits of the place fled. Today, I stumbled upon a beautiful post online that said, "Don't let age be a concern. Live your dream!" I cannot express how deeply this message resonated with me. Learning to read at the age of sixty-two was a dream I never thought I could achieve. But with determination, the support of my loving granddaughter, and the belief that it's never too late to pursue knowledge, I conquered my fears and made my dream come true. The sense of accomplishment and independence I now feel is beyond words. It is a testament to the idea that age should never limit our aspirations. So, I want to share this message with all of you, especially those who think they are too old to pursue their dreams. Believe in yourself, and you will find the strength to make your dreams a reality.was a good-looking lady who was almost always smiling. Even today, I cannot forget the worried expression on her face. I leaned forward and held her hand.