The sweetest of all people you can find in this world are your grandparents. They love you, advice you, pamper you, tickle you, motivate you, save you and nurture you in the best way a person can. I feel they try to find their past life in you.
One day my grandmother (76 yrs) asked me to take her to the bank to do some cash transactions. We reached bank on our typical scooty (strictly sister's property) and I was literally surprised by the activeness of my old grandmom as it seemed she had no effect of scorching heat outside and could easily bash the Bank's manager if he denied her any of her requirement.
She stood in the line and I waited for her work to finish. Suddenly I met one of my old school buddy and started discussing life. The discussion turned out to be disastrous:
Me: Hey Arun! Nice to meet you after so many months. How come you are here?
Arun: Just came to get a demand draft for an entrance exam. What about you?
Me: My grandmom had some work so I brought her here.
Arun turned back and touched my grandmom's feet (truly great Indian way to show respect). She also blessed him by saying 'khush raho beta' (may you remain happy son).
Then started a series of comedy of errors.
Grandmom: Sorry I didn't recognize you son! Have we met before?
Arun: I'm Abhinav's friend.
Grandmom: Oh! Abhinav...who?
Arun pointed at me with his finger and I interrupted Arun saying 'Do you know each other'?
Arun: Don't you recognize your grandmom? Strange!
By this time I understood every thing and pointed to him the place where my actual grandmom was standing.
So mistakenly he thought an old lady standing behind him as my grandmother and those 3 minutes became a great memoir in my life