My phone rang early this morning, on the new line I installed in my room.

In my sleepy haze my mind went to one person: grandma. Before she learnt to dial us on our mobiles, my phone at home will always ring early in the morning. Almost daily grandma will call to remind us one thing, or to instruct us another. The timing was to catch us before we left the house for the day.

It has been over 6 months now but I still miss her. Sometimes more terribly than usual. Mostly at nights before my eyes close. I miss her for the times we had and the love she gave. And I miss her for the things I did not get to do for her, with her.

Grandma has always been my most favourite and most loved person, and this has not changed.