It was a fine morning and I was playing in the courtyard. I will be about three years old at that time. My elder sister, Karthyayani, was combing my mothers hair while sitting in the veranda. Suddenly my mother slanted towards the courtyard and fell down. My sister started crying and called out our neighbor Narayaniamma. I have no images what happened then but what I can visualize still today is the scene of my father lying down on 2 X6 feet bench which is kept in front of our veranda and some fires in the southern part of our 30 cents land.
Later I came to know that my mother has passed away and she was cremated in the southern part of our land comprising the house. At that time I was not much aggrieved because I was pampered by my mothers elder sister Puthiyarakal Moothamma. Later I was very much aggrieved by her demise. This is the greatest sad incidence in my life. Still now droplets comes to my eyes whenever a person scolds a mother.
I am stopping now!See you later;
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