I was raised largely by my paternal grandmother (aka Nani), a woman whose presence defined my childhood in many ways. With both my parents working demanding IT jobs, leaving early in the morning and coming home just in time for dinner, it was my grandmother who got me all dolled up for school, made kickass chicken curry regularly, and played with me after school. All the adults in my life surely played their part in my upbringing, but it was my grandma who became my caregiver when my parents weren’t there.

Like with my parents, my relationship with Nani wasn’t always easy. As a kid, you tend to see your caregivers as superheroes, incredibly perfect. I held my grandmother to those same impossibly perfect standards. But as you grow and develop an identity that is independent from theirs, you realize they’re just people too, with their own flaws.

Everyone has a story, and those stories shape who we become. It can be difficult to hold space for someone’s story, especially when their actions haven’t always been kind. But after letting go of the anger I once held toward my grandmother, I can now, a decade later, carry her story with me. I see how her actions were deeply influenced by decades of adversity. Here’s what I’ve come to understand about her, and what her 78 years of life have taught me:

1. My grandma was a single mother raising my father back in India during a time when divorce and single motherhood were heavily stigmatized. I’m sure my grandma (more than my grandpa) faced a lot of backlash, criticism, and unsolicited advice from those around her, yet she stood her ground and made a life for herself and her son. While she may not have been perfect, her resilience is something I deeply admire.
2. Nani, a now 78 year old woman, was born 27 years before Roe v. Wade , and yet, she always firmly believed in a woman’s right to choose. 📢 I’ve met countless women her age, or even younger, who so vehemently deny a woman a right to live the way she wants to live in her own body. And then there’s my grandma, someone who was raised in a traditional Indian household. She was ahead of her time.
3. Speaking of being ahead of her time, my grandma is also a fashionista who is always somehow up-to-date with the ever-changing fashion trends. I was the kid who would wear the same sweats and pair of UGG boots to school every day. Seeing my lack of fashion, Nani would say “Why don’t you wear those ripped jeans? Everyone’s wearing them now” or she’d advise that I part my hair to the side because “middle parts are out of fashion now.” Her love for style was, at the time, annoying. But now, looking back, it’s rather comical and cute.
4. She’s also one of the bravest/strongest people I know—physically and mentally. Not only did she survive a tumultuous marriage and subsequent divorce, but she survived financial problems, the death of her parents, and even her rocky relationships with her siblings. She was also just insanely physically strong. She’d pop open pickle jars none of us could manage, and when there was a snake on our porch, she handled it with just a broom and battled it out – singlehandedly. I mean, ten-year-old Esha was mesmerized. I used to love falling asleep next to her, with her arm around my tummy, knowing that I’d be safe with her.
5. I love Nani’s love for learning. She’s a tenth grade graduate from India. She’s always doing some crossword puzzle or word search book. Her English isn’t fluent, yet she bravely practices it with everyone from the lawn mower guy to the doctors to government officials, always willing to put herself out there. She’s even picked up new ways to do hair and skincare routines, finding joy in learning something new regularly.
6. Childhood trauma is real folks. Its impacts are lifelong and my grandma is a testament to that. As Dr. Gabor Maté always says, our physical health is deeply linked with our mental health, and those who endure some sort of childhood trauma eventually become the adults with the autoimmune diseases, cancers, and other physical ailments because these conditions are the body’s way of responding to that trauma. Dr. Maté’s insights on how trauma manifests physically resonate deeply with me when I see her.

In many ways, my chaotic relationship with my grandmother has taught me one of life’s most important lessons: that love doesn’t require perfection. She’s shown me how to (and sometimes how not to) face challenges, to always keep learning, and to embrace life with courage. She’s given me so much to carry forward, and for that, I am forever grateful. Happy 78th birthday, Nani ❤️ Let’s chow down some wings tonight.