An Ode to a Woman I Loved
A couple of weeks ago, when I'd called up somebody, who had taken a lady I deeply loved, to the hospital, I was expecting the call to be along the lines of how it was a minor health-scare but nothing 'serious'. A deeply pained, but calm, voice spoke about his wife of over 41 years, "Kanna, amma is no more." ( Son, your mother is no more ). I remember my hands were shaking and I felt as if my mind was running in a million directions and my body wanted to keep pace with my mind. Yet, my hands were shaking. A 'simple' task of dialling a number seemed hard. Over the phone, I conveyed the message to a few people concerned, calmly, but I was still not in 'control' of my physical self - I was still shaking. Over the course of next few days, I saw various friends and relatives recall different anecdotes with her, recall traits my mother had, ethics & moral code she upheld, how she influenced their lives, the various incidents in her life (a...