My grandmother is an old lady. She reads holy books. She may miss her meals but she does not miss going to the temple. She has a wrinkled face and silvery hair. She is fat, short and slightly bent. She keeps one hand on her waist and she rolls the beads oilier rosary with the other hand. She is God-fearing. Her lips are always moving in silent prayer. She is a very religious lady. She feeds sparrows and dogs with chapattis. My grandmother is fond of me.