By Samanvita Krishna

A story that comes right from the heart with countless memories that do not depart, a story that puts a smile on my face every morning, a glimpse I would like to share, hope that doesn’t leave you in a maze.

The tales of little me brings back so many treasures beyond the toll of what one could measure, some stupid, some harsh, and some innocent jeopardize, all through childhood, I had a companion who was cute, precious, and delightful, it was my wrinkle eyed, a funny certified grandmother who would rather be called a blessing in disguise just like the heavenly French Fries. A point to be noted it was once quoted “She joins you in your madness, with no protest, a quality that is difficult to harness, maybe that’s what makes her the best!”.

I remember the times