(Jumbo jet was a nickname my late grandma gave herself. She was persuaded that her name rhymed with Jumbojet (it didn’t))
I wanted to call her “Allo”; because she always said “allo” (a la french) over the phone, instead of hello.
Allo wanted to be in a celebration. even if it meant being the only 84 year old in a crowd that was less than half her age.
Fun, for her, was everywhere — in making crunchies for nri grandchildren, or watching a cookery show in Hindi (without understanding most of what was said); or finding mirth at her son’s imitation of his art teacher for what must surely be the 234th time.
and yet. her life had more tragedy than it is fair for anyone person to be saddled with, said one friend of mine, when she heard Allo had passed on.