‘Madhavi amma’, mispronounced and later christened by the kids as ‘Madhyamma’, died when I was in 10th std. She was the great nanny of the ‘Chengalam’ house, my ancestral home. She took care of my mom and her sisters when they were kids, and then became a nanny to me and my cousin sisters when we were kids. I remember waking up early in the Chengalam house and walking out with my eyes half open, with lots of sleep weighing down the unopened part of my eyelids. I’d walk upto Madhyamma, who would be sweeping the courtyard and demand to be lifted. She never resented it. She would pick and hold me with her left arm and sweep with her right. And I’d clutch her tight and dangle from her hip, and look down, to see the pattern the broom made on the ground….
I didn’t go for her funeral. But to this day, I remember her by this particular pattern in the sky. It happens whenever Madhyamma sweeps!
This post is lovingly dedicated to my mom, her two sisters and brothers and of course, Mathyamma….
To them…(clink)
May Madhavi Amma RIP…
Nice..
Nice. N can imagine hw nice it wud have felt to cling to her. : )
Tripped onto this post on a sad day obviously…
Hope there’ll be happier ones…
Stellar photo though…
Had really forgotten or else can say no time to remember all those days in our chengalath house…..but cha wen i read this, all the memories came back and i really wish if i could go back to those days which is actually not possible…and madhyamma really holds a special place in our hearts
You can relate patterns of dust on the ground to designs in the sky. Wow! What a metaphor. No jokes here .. I think you are in a different league altogether. Jhumpa, Hossemi, take a now .. there’s a new kid on the block.
hahaha…. well karsub, like a mentioned already… im so glad i have an intelligent reader for my blog!!! u really are the ‘main man’…