Lakshmamma - Grace and Beauty

Lakshmamma. Grace personified.

 She lives alone as her son has shifted to the city. She is completely deaf.

Each time she sees me after a few days, there will be warm enquiries after Nagesh and my daughter. She always comes home with something she can give me - maybe the cutting of a rose bush from her home for me to plant.

Her son has built her a small sump at home and when water is low, people come and take water from there. When water is as valuable as blood in this drought, that unthinking generosity is of a different plane. 

Her home is spotless, and she is usually clearning up with her small trowel, grass blade by grass blade.

It took me years in a village to understand Grace and Beauty.