the writer always found her grandmother to be pretty there is no doubt to deny "that beauty lies in the eyes of beholder" explain this with reference to author 's view
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‘She had always been short and fat and slightly bent. Her face was a criss cross of wrinkles running from everywhere to everywhere. She could never have been pretty, but she was always beautiful.‘ Such are the words which have been used by the writer Khushwant Singh for his grandmother. There is no denying the fact that beauty lies is the eyes of the beholder. The writer always found his grandmother to be a true picture of love, affection and care. She had all those virtues which grandmother generally have for their grandchildren’s The grandmother presented a picture of peace and contentment. Her spotless white dress and her silver white hair gave her spiritual beauty. The grandmother was not physically very attractive. She had deep love and affection for her grandson. She got him ready for school. She accompanied him to his school and came back home with him. She was a very religious lady. She was always telling the beads of her rosary. She had compassion even for animals and birds. She fed the village dogs and the sparrows in city. Thus it can be said that she was a kind lady who had a heart of gold.
This excerpt is taken from the story ' The Portrait Of A Lady ' written by author Khushwant Singh. In this story, the writer gives a detailed account of his Grandmother with whom he had a long association.
The author describes her grandmother as a fat, short , bent old lady. She always used to wear white saree, with one hand on her wooden stick and other telling the beads of the rosary. Her silver locks were scattered around her face and she had wrinkles running from everywhere to everywhere on her face. The author describes her as never pretty but always beautiful. He compared her to an expanse of pure white serenity, like a winter landscape.
The author by the statement " that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder " , meant that his grandmother may not seem pretty to anyone else but was always beautiful for him. This was because the author loved his grandmother, and would see her as beautiful as the winter landscape.