THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY

Khushwant Singh

(February 2, 1915 – March 20, 2014)

·         Indian novelist, lawyer, politician and journalist

·         An Indo-Anglian writer, Singh was best known for his trenchant secularism

·         His humour, and an abiding love of poetry. His comparisons of social and behavioral characteristics of Westerners and Indians are laced with acid wit. He served as the editor of several literary and news magazines, as well as two newspapers, through the 1970s and 1980s. He was the recipient of Padma Vibhushan, the second-highest civilian award in India.

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Narrator draws here an interesting portrait of his grandmother. He presents her as a tender, loving and deeply religious old lady. Singh says that his grandmother was an old woman. She was so old that her face was wrinkled that at the present it was difficult to believe she would ever had been young and pretty. Her hair was white as snow. She had a little stoop in her back. She could be seeing reciting her rosary all the time. The author says that "she was like the winter landscape in the mountains and expanse of pure white serenity breathing peace and contentment."
A picture of his grandfather was hung on the wall. He appeared too old and it was that he ever had a wife. He appeared to have only lots and lots of grandchildren. Singh was the only child at that time. His parents had gone to live in the city leaving him behind the village under the care of his grandmother. She would get him ready for school, also feed him with Chapattis. The School as attached with a temple. All the children sat in the veranda reciting alphabets while his grandmother is engaged reading holy scriptures. Finally in the evening, the author and the grandmother would walk back home feed the dogs. 

 After a friendly relationship with his grandmother, he had to adopt a new life in the city. It was a turning point for the grandmother and the grandson. Both of them were sent for to settle down in the city with his parents. The author went to an English school but the grandmother never liked the way he was taught. Though Singh and his grandmother shared the same room, she was unable to help him. Apart from this, she was also disappointed that he was learning music that she considered not for gentlefolks. In due course, Singh went up to a University and because of that, he was given a separate room. This indeed made the common link of their relationship snapped down completely. The grandmother agreed the fact and she used to spin the wheel from sunrise to sunset to compensate that. Only during the afternoon she would relax by feeding the sparrows with little pieces of bread. They were her best friends and the sparrows also liked her company.
 Later, narrator went up abroad for higher studies which were for 5 long years. He had a doubt in his mind that whether his grandmother may survive or not until he comes back. His also taught that it might be the last physical contact between them when she came in the railway station to see him off. After 5 years he came back, incredibly he was welcomed by his grandmother who was not grown a single day older. Singh notices that even at this time when everyone is joyful about his return, grandmother's happiest moments was with her sparrows.

Later in the evening there was a change in her attitude. She celebrated the return of her grandson y collecting some women of neighbourhood and beating drum for several hours. But in the morning, grandmother's health deteriorates and she reveals that she was nearing her end. So she decides that she is not going to waste a single moment by talking so she prayed. Quite suddenly, the rosary falls from her hand and she exhaled her last breath and it was clear that she was no more. After making the preparations for the funeral, the family members went to fetch her body for the last journey. The golden blaze of light of the setting sun glittered her room. And to pay the last homage to the grandmother, thousands of sparrows gathered in and around her room. The sparrows never did cheered nor did they do anything normal. They don't even bother to notice the read pieces thrown at them. Along with her funeral, the sparrows flew away.

The thought was almost revolting means 

"The Portrait of a Lady", by Khuswant Singh is about the manner in which children perceive adults. Singh's had always seen his Grandmother to be white-haired venerable lady. According to the Singh, his Grandmother was a deep and "spiritual lady".  Nevertheless, the fact that she was actually beautiful in her youth was a notion that Singh could not conceptualize. Children do not like changes and find it difficult to accept things that they cannot visualize. When Khuswant Singh was a child it was easier for him to perceive his Grandmother as an old woman than a young and beautiful lady. To a child this thought would naturally be "revolting". This story reflects on the relationship of Singh with his Grandmother and overall, on the emotional of relation shared between grandparents and their grandchildren

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