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An expance of purr white serenity , explain this , no links H0RNBIQ known her. Old, so terribly old that she could not have grown older. and had stayed at the same age for twenty years. She could never have been pretty; but she was always beautiful. She 102bled_ßbout the house in spotless white with one hand resting on her waist to balance her stoop d tpe„other tellirae Veeattééecf wriiicfily: "the beads of her silver locks we clover her pale inaudible prayer. Yes. she was landscape in the mountains, an expanse f pure white serenity breathing peace and contentment. My grandmother and I were gööd friends. My parents left me with her when they went to live in the city and we were constantly together. She used to wake me up in the morning get me ready for school. She said her morning prayer in a rnoY{oTonous sing-song while she bathed and dressed me in the would listen and get to know it by heart; I listened because I loved her voice but never bothered to learn it. •men she would fetch my wooden slate which she had already washed and plastered with yellow chalk. a tiny earthen ink-pot and a red pen, tie them all in a bundle and hand it to me. After a breakfast ofa thick, stale chapatti With a little butter and sugar spread on it. we went to school. She carried several stale chapattis With Pri th th da be 0 My grandmother always went to school With me because 'he school was attached to the temple. The priest taught us m he alphabet and the morning prayer. While the Children sat in rayer in a chorus, my gran Tiptures. When we had both finished. we would walk back m aether. bu