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“I would ask my sister to teach me what she’d learnt at school in exchange for not complaining about her mischief,” she said. “Did you never ask your mother to send you?” asked the granddaughter again, without acknowledging the hand touching her. “Someone had to do the chores at home. I was the chosen one. I would finish it all with a twig of tobacco in my mouth.” “You started chewing tobacco so young?” She nodded with a mischievous smile. “Weren’t you scolded?” Grandmother gazed at the ceiling, the still fan, and then said, “When my mother passed away, I was by her side. All of us were around her. Her head rested on my lap during her final breath.” Her hand had slid on to her granddaughter’s lap. “She had entrusted me with her money for her funeral. A piece of sandalwood and a silver coin went along with her pyre. We don’t let others spend for our funeral.” Eyes still on the ceiling, she added after a pause, “I have also saved for mine.” 77