Nenooni, Sparrow Cemetery, Here.

Nenooni died when she was 82 years old.
She sang Norah Jones songs till the day before she died.
She watched Tom and Jerry till the day she died, the occasional baby mouse being her favourite.
She used to hug and kiss coconut trees. Once i heard Nenooni say that coconuts falling on someone's head is a way the coconut tree showed affection, the way kids play by bumping their heads on each others'. Some parents do that too, i have heard.
She massaged her servant maid's leg when the maid complained of long, standing and walking hours.
Nenooni was a person who knew children better than their parents or grandparents.
One night when i stayed with Nenooni, i saw the fiercest dog in the locality, Zenny by name, lie down and sleep the way dogs do, with her chin on the back of Nenooni's hand, though Nenooni was not her master.
Nenooni could have died sleeping, but she chose to sit down as she passed away.
God love them sparrows; the bird ones, i mean. There is a cemetery here, where they bury sparrows, when they are dead. When Nenooni died, i buried her in the self same cemetery, along with other sparrows.