“I didn’t just see it, Kanna. I was in it.”

Guna laughed and helped her up. “You know, Amma, I thought enthusiasm was for young people. Now I see it has no age.”

That night, Karthik called from Chennai. “Paati, did you see the movie?”

Guna, the auto driver, who had snuck into the same show, turned around in his seat three rows ahead. He couldn’t believe it. That frail grandmother who struggled to climb the stairs was now dancing in the aisle, her silk pallu flying, her eyes wet with tears and joy.