I felt happy when visiting my grandma in telchac; delicious smells would soon emerge from the kitchen that would make me happier! She always opens her arms wide open only to make me feel at home. It meant that I was at my grandmother’s .
I slept wrapped up in her arms like I was the most precious gift.
my friends envy me for my ability to close my eyes and drift off to sleep, while it’s a struggle for the rest.
I credit this to my grandma for giving me a headstart of peaceful and cozy nights at telchac.
My train to happiness was called “Laguna rosada” in English “pink lagoon”
Whenever I was asked to choose between “beach or mountain”, I would confidently say, “beach”, because my grandma was there it.
When I arrived, the first thing I would see was a sari-clad, ever-smiling, beautiful grandma, Her warmth ignited love in everyone who shared a simple conversation with her.