My grandmother is 84 years old. She sometimes has difficulty in sensing the time of the day, asks us whether its morning or the evening. She usually repeats her 'what time is it?' question. She has trouble sitting straight on the chair and I keep reminding her to use the hand rest for support. She, sometimes, even has difficulty recalling our names.
Today, however, she is all smiles. Shows very little signs of senility. Sits straight up in the living room chair the whole day. Asks me to switch to the news channel at 8 in the morning, 1 in the afternoon and 8 in the evening. Keeps telling me to call her when "flags are shown on TV". Asks mom to make some sweets. Amazing what Independence Day does to her. She even recalled a time when she went to a nearby school to see the flag hoisted.
I-Day is just like any other holiday to me. To my grandmom, and everybody in her generation, it means a lot more. For now, I do not have such passion for any 'day'. My generation, I guess, celebrates Valentines Days and Friendship Days with more fervor than Independence Day.
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