Skip to main content

In Memoriam...

My mother lost her battle with cancer barely 8 days into the new year. We are still struggling to come to terms with the aftermath. My writer mind has been struggling to find the perfect words to remember my mother... but I have finally given up. I don't think any child can write a befitting memoir of a parent, especially a mother who performs an extremely complex role in a daughter's life. I would have to write a book to encompass it all...

So here are a few vignettes of my mother, gleaned from an old album and a few of her last pictures. She held my hand as she brought me into this life. I was privileged to hold her hand as she went out of hers. For this and all the myriad blessings that was embodied in my mother, I bow in profound gratitude to the Almighty. 

Ma on her wedding day.





A demure newlywed...

With her younger sister, my beloved aunt. The bond between the sisters was one of the strongest in her life...

With her firstborn...yes, me.


On my wedding day...


With all her children and grandchildren...


On the occasion of her surprise 40th wedding anniversary party, with her sister and sister-in-law... three bosom companions... My aunts who are also my surrogate mothers are the sole reason that I don't feel completely bereft of a mother now...


The last family celebration she attended... Vishu with us in 2015. 


One of her last pictures. Her smile still in place...

A horde of memories come stampeding in and no words can do them full justice. So let me stop here for the time being. 

Comments

  1. Hugs, darling....no words can stand in stead of heartfelt prayers that you ride through your grief and come out whole...

    ReplyDelete
  2. I can understand the pain Sreekala! She is there with you & Im sure you know & believe that she is watching over you all. She had the fortune to spend quality time with her wonderful children & grandchildren. Stay strong & take care.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Thoughts of an Ordinary Malayali Woman

Yesterday I watched a bunch of Malayalam movie personalities expressing wonder and stupefaction at the attempted abduction/compromising photographing/blackmailing of a noted Malayali actress. They seemed to think that such a thing was not heard of in God's Own Country at all - and it set me thinking of my life journey as a woman in Kerala. 
I think I was 7 years old when my Mummy asked to me to stop sitting in the laps of the "uncles" who came to visit us in Saudi Arabia. She refused to tell me why even though I pestered her for an explanation. But the warning was enough to awaken a sense of self-preservation in me when barely a year later, I found myself being tightly hugged from behind by an "uncle" who had wandered into the kitchen while I was mixing Tang for our visitors as my Mum had asked me. I made a fuss about not being sure if I had added enough sugar even though he insisted that I had. I yelled aloud for my mother and was instantly freed from his arm…

Be Ready!

On Sunday, I received a forwarded whatsapp image

With the typical disdain of an Anglophile, I was about to dismiss this image, particularly turned off by the mishmash that is supposed to be English in it. But the dates and the area of influence mentioned niggled me into doing a bit of research on this. You know how I feel about rumor-mongering if you have read this blog post of mine.
What I did find was an article in the Hindu - this is the link to the same  - regarding this Mr. Babu Kalayil and how he had predicted the 2004 earthquake and subsequent tsunami and how the Kerala University has a team of academics doing research with him.  The Hindu is NOT a tabloid rag and that lent the news some credibility.
Then I sat back and thought about one January morning in 2001 when the earth shook in my native town of Kottayam. It was a relatively minor quake and no one in my community was harmed. But I remembered standing still wondering what was happening to my glass of tea that was trying …

New year on a note of gratitude

Hi everyone! 
Much as I would like to subscribe to the view that each day is the beginning of a new year, the feeling of an actual new calendar year is still exciting! The last page of my 2016 diary has been written up. All the receipts and papers of the last year have been transferred to a new 2016 folder that has gone to live in the lower cupboard instead of in my desk. The 2015 folder has joined its brothers in the archives on the top shelf. The last box of decluttered items is waiting for the recycling guy in the shed. This year I even managed to clean out the garage and get rid of a lot of junk - some of which was as old as Karthi!!! 

My old planner and new diary! I am a BuJo fan now. No planner that I bought over the years was completely satisfactory because they had no space for the myriad things I wanted to keep track of.  That is when I encountered the Bullet Journal - a planning system that is (a) totally customizable, (b) very economical - you can adapt any notebook for th…