My grandma was a superhero, Fictional in the century where she never existed. No one really saw her Except my really old dad And seven other aunts. Grandma had a really strong womb That could hold two babies at a time Every nine months. She had whacked Grandpa once, Twenty five years after getting raped For the first time. (That was the last time she had a kid.) Grandma was a superhero And had a costume like one- A red sequined saree, A part of which she used as a mask- Hiding her identity under the veil ("Like Spiderman," my brother in Ahmedabad observes) Grandma had scars From her battles. T