Kushwant Singh writes about his intimate relationship with his grandmother in this portrait. She was short, fat, and looked very old with many wrinkles, always wearing spotless white clothes. She took care of his needs like a mother when he lived with her in the village, accompanying him to school and feeding stray dogs. In the city they lived together, she spent her time spinning and happily feeding sparrows. She was critical of western education and wanted children to learn about God. Their close bond was broken when he got his own room, but she accepted her new seclusion stoically.