Summary of chapter 1 "The portrait …

Khushwant Singh draws here an interesting portrait of his grandmother. He presents her as a tender, loving and deeply religious old lady. Singh says that his grandmother was an old woman. She was so old that her face was wrinkled that at the present it was difficult to believe she would ever had been young and pretty. The author says that "she was like the winter landscape in the mountains and exponce of pure white serenity breathing peace and contentment.. His grandpa appeared too old and it was that he ever had a wife.. Singh was the only child at that time. His parents had gone to live in the city leaving him behind the village under the care of his grandmother. And would also feed him with Chappathi. The School as attached with a temple. Finally in the evening, the author and the grandmother would walk back home feeding the dogs. After a friendly relationship with his grandmother, he had to adopt a new life in the city. Both of them was sent for to settle down in the city with his parents. The author went to an English school but the grandmother never liked the way he was taught. In due course, Singh went up to a University and because of that, he was given a separate room.Only during the afternoon she would relax by feeding the sparrows with little pieces of bread. Later, Singh went up abroad for higher studies which was for 5 long years. His also taught that it might e the last physical contact between them when she came in the railway station to see him off. Singh notices that even at this time when everyone is joyful about his return, grandmother's happiest moments was with her sparrows. So she decides that she is not going to waste a single moment by talking so she prayed. Quite suddenly, the rosary falls from her hand and she exhaled her last breath and it was clear that she was no more. And to pay the last homage to the grandmother, thousands of sparrows gathered in and around her room. They don't even bother to notice the read pieces thrown at them. Along with her funeral, the sparrows flew away. @ngel @diti?