He, did not look the sort of person who would have a wife or children, he looked as if he could only have lots and lots of grandchildren, as for ,my grandmother being young had pretty, the thought was almost revolting she often, told us of the games she used to play as a child that seemed quite absurd and undignified on her part and we treated it like the fables of the prophets she used to sell us, My grandmother like everybody’s grandmothers was an old woman, she had been old and wrinkled for the twenty years that i had known her, people said that she had once been young and pretty and had even had a husband, but that was hard to believe, my grandfather’s portrait hung above the mantelpiece in the drawing-room he wore a big turban and loose-fitting clothes his long white beard covered the best part of his chest and he looked at least a hundred years old when grandmother dead body was carried off to be cremated, the sweeper swept the breadcrumbs into the dustbin. arrangement were made for grandmother, s funeral thousands of sparrows came and sat silently around grandmother dead body the author s mother threw some crumbs of bread to them but the birds took no notice of the bread.anybody could suspect, she was dead and the rosary fell from her lifeless finger. she started praying and telling her beads. it was a mild fever, but she said that her end was near, she did not want to waste any time in talking to anybody. the next morning grandmother was taken ill.it was the first time that author had not seen her say her evening prayer. then she took an old drum and sang for many hours. she fed the sparrow in the afternoon and in the evening she collected the woman of the neighbourhood.
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