preetha

  Amma   It has been 8 months since I came back from India after amma’s demise. I have sat down couple of times to write about my mom, but nothing came out other than tears from my eyes. Whatever I write wouldn’t be enough to convey a percentage of what I feel inside about her. Though the heaviness I felt after the demise is getting lighter and the memories are becoming sweeter, I still miss her everyday morning, sometimes frantically waking up thinking I should call her. Today, amma would have turned 81. I would eagerly wait to call Amma to wish her and to sing ‘Happy BIRTHDAY’. At the end she would chuckle and conversation would turn to the special dessert: payasam, ice cream or cake? Amma loved sweets and chocolates, always like an eager child asking for more but at the same time making sure there is enough for her favorite grandson.   I couldn’t keep the promise of celebrating your last birthday and when I apologized and promised for next year you chuckled and...