These are my
mom’s reminiscences of her glittering childhood..a small slice of her life
which she enjoyed..a time when she had no clue of the travails that lay ahead.
Now at seventy five..we hope,the
turbulent years are behind her, and she has a little bit of time to herself to
call her own..old age, and physical and emotional mishaps have been her constant accompaniments, and though
she walks with a walker, it has not made
her bitter..she sees the silver lining on every cloud, and keeps her mind agile.
She is deeply spiritual, and swears by her readings of the scriptures. I
remember her as a good seamstress..right from darning to delicate embroidery to
tough upholstery. She lost her father who was a Chief Engineer In Madras, and
then had come to live in a bustling but loving joint family in Mahe. The following is a
lovely memory she treasures, in her own words.
