Third born of a total of 12 kids, she was a delicate lily… Her beauty only surpassed by her incredible ability to love everyone in excess.

She married straight out of school to a young and upcoming doctor of an equally good heart… She kept house, supported her husband, took in people from his village with the same love she would give to anyone from her own family, bore his daughters and his son.

She took care of each and every one of her girls and her boy… Her husband, then pursuing his masters in surgery, it was her responsibility. She took it up with much aplomb. Didn’t let any of her efforts and sacrifices show. She spoiled them and treated them to strict discipline when they had to be brought to obedience. The girls feared her the most when she would be silent, careful not to offend amma. Her girls grew up to be strong willed, independent and spirited with incredible warmth in them. The son, being the youngest, was her pet, her friend and also her worst enemy…

She and her husband got each and every one of their daughters married to decent young men; they got busy building their own nests. Then came her first grandchild, a baby girl, the apple of everybody’s eye. Yet, it was her who took care of her mommaglu (granddaughter) and made her better. She would bathe her in hot water, dry her, powder her and apply kankappu (kajal/kohl) to the child’s eye and one dot on the cheek. “to avoid evil eye” she said. The child had everything she ever wanted, would feel like she was safe and wanted nothing than to lie down and watch her ajji regaling her with tales with katthe kathe  (tales of the donkey). The story she told many times to the subsequent children her kids had.

Always ready with the sweetest smile on the earth and meanest cooking skills, she spoilt her grandkids with love, love and more love. As years went by it was the son’s turn to be married and settle in his nest, the girl not as open as her mother-in-law… This led to her decline, feeling unwanted and unloved. For what more did she have to live for when the one she thought would always look after broke her spirit with cruel words and neglect. She lived to see the birth of her last grandchild, fed her, bathed her and loved her. Gave her the basic emotional education needed for her to be a good human being.

Then when she fell ill, she thought that was her chance, an opportunity for an out. She took it! Held her husband’s hand the longest in the I.C.U. and quietly left the world with the dignity and daintiness she epitomised her whole life.

Farewell my dearest ajji…. You are in a safe place now…. Away from all cruelty… I hope the angels take care of  you the same way you took care of us… Please look down on me time to time, I hope I give you reason to smile.. Privileged to be your eldest grandchild…. I will miss you until I see you again amidst the clouds… 


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. vishalraider
    Apr 13, 2014 @ 08:32:29

    Ajji is proud of you 🙂 Its beautiful. God Bless You 🙂 🙂


  2. shilpa
    Apr 14, 2014 @ 04:08:25

    i liked the way u have portraited her entire life.May god give strength to u n ur family to bare the loss.condolences for d death of your beloved granny:'(


  3. Rathnakar Sundaresan
    Feb 03, 2015 @ 03:28:00

    Touched by your writing 😥 I wonder how many women of the previous generations have unsung stories like this. And how many of them have granddaughters who know and show respect to them. Sad.


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