This is a story of two wishes.

I always loved going back to Kerala for my vacations. Since we always lived outside Kerala, it was a long journey that had to be made – but we still went at least once in a year. One of the things that I really looked forward to was spending time with both sets of grandparents – especially my maternal grandmother. She would tell the best of stories and it was a daily ritual of sorts. There used to be a power cut every day in the evening and we would all go and sit outside the home, looking up into the clear sky with every star visible – almost the entire town was pitch dark during this time. This was also the time when she would tell a story. It would usually be from one of the epics – Ramayana, Mahabharata or one of the Puranas. Sometimes, the story would go into such detail that we would have episodes stretching across days! I wish I could keep hearing her stories every day.