“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. I’d love to see you but I want you to finish your first quarter of school. I know it’s very important,” said my grandmother on her hospital bed over the telephone seventy two thousand miles away.
Just a month away from finishing my first quarter at film school. I was really hoping that she would make it till the end of the month. But she didn’t. Those were the last words I exchanged with my grandmother who bought me my first video camcorder and supported me unconditionally throughout her life.



















