1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="HKr8inuulF"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/grandfather/">Food escapades with my grandfather</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/grandfather/embed/#?secret=HKr8inuulF" width="600" height="338" title="“Food escapades with my grandfather” — PoohsDen" data-secret="HKr8inuulF" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> For the longest time while growing up, I used to feel insecure and uncomfortable when anyone told me I was pampered by my maternal grandparents. Today I am actually proud of it. Not all grand kids get pampered and loved the way I have been. More than that, I have the opportunity to give back all the love and care I received. I savor these moments. I create memories which will stay with me longer than hurtful words and spite (which is saying a lot). My grandfather was/is never my God. He was my grandfather and that is all he will be all my life. I realized that with time, people tend to exaggerate and glorify the dead. I will remember him with all his endearing faults that used to make me angry. I remember how much he used to infuriate me. I remember how I used to grumble when he used to push me to do yoga and breathing exercises every morning. I remember these small things and it is those small things I miss. Surprisingly, a lot of my memories my grandfather revolve around food. I can vividly recall my grandfather glad in white sneaking out of the […]