The framed photograph had always hung proudly on our wall ever since we returned home from our vacation in New York.
“Grandma, you take such amazing photographs,” Deepa tells me. “You and Grandpa must have had such fun on the boat. I can imagine the boat bobbing in the bay. Up and down, it would go on the waves, swaying ever so gently in the sunset. It’s so poetic.”
I hear the chair being drawn back, and see him hurry away.
“Is Grandpa jealous?”
I shake my head.
“No dear. He’s just seasick,” I tell her, laughing as I remember.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 21st July 2016)