In the month of June, every year, I wish to go back to Kerala due to the
unbearable heat in Delhi. My secret agenda had Ammachi's cuisines. This year too. It so happened that I had to rush to Kerala on an emergency call.
My mother in law – Ammachi for all of us - was an adorable person. Mother of Six
children, she was a great cook, a farmer, a home maker, above all a good
host. Till the last moment of her lively tenure, she lived for others. Her
children and grand-children. Last time she had gone to the nearby Mother
Mary’s chapel to light candles for ‘Sonu’ her much loved grand-son. She did
not light the candle, she fell down before Mother Mary’s statue, a place
she has been visiting for the past 50 years or so. She broke her hip bone,
was taken to Hospital in Quilon, where she was operated upon, metallic
supports were inserted into her pelvic area. All in vain. She did not
stand up again. We reached in time to see her alive. Lying on a cot, unable to lift
herself, suffering in pain, but yet, in full of life, enthused on a good music tapping the
mat with her frail palm at times, making us all break in to laughter, in tears. Least she showed her agony to others,like Bhishma on the “Shara -Shaiyya” she suffered with a smile. Like a sage in the indian mythology or history, she took her own life. Ever since she was hospitalized, she abstained herself taking solid food. As days passed, she restricted her intakes to a spoonful of water only. She committed a willful “Atma Thyaag”.
As in life, It was a fight to the end.On June 12th our beloved Ammachi passed away. Mrs. Mariamma Kurien, went along with her ancestors, to rest in peace.
We could not return what she had give us. We Salute her.
unbearable heat in Delhi. My secret agenda had Ammachi's cuisines. This year too. It so happened that I had to rush to Kerala on an emergency call.
My mother in law – Ammachi for all of us - was an adorable person. Mother of Six
children, she was a great cook, a farmer, a home maker, above all a good
host. Till the last moment of her lively tenure, she lived for others. Her
children and grand-children. Last time she had gone to the nearby Mother
Mary’s chapel to light candles for ‘Sonu’ her much loved grand-son. She did
not light the candle, she fell down before Mother Mary’s statue, a place
she has been visiting for the past 50 years or so. She broke her hip bone,
was taken to Hospital in Quilon, where she was operated upon, metallic
supports were inserted into her pelvic area. All in vain. She did not
stand up again. We reached in time to see her alive. Lying on a cot, unable to lift
herself, suffering in pain, but yet, in full of life, enthused on a good music tapping the
mat with her frail palm at times, making us all break in to laughter, in tears. Least she showed her agony to others,like Bhishma on the “Shara -Shaiyya” she suffered with a smile. Like a sage in the indian mythology or history, she took her own life. Ever since she was hospitalized, she abstained herself taking solid food. As days passed, she restricted her intakes to a spoonful of water only. She committed a willful “Atma Thyaag”.
As in life, It was a fight to the end.On June 12th our beloved Ammachi passed away. Mrs. Mariamma Kurien, went along with her ancestors, to rest in peace.
We could not return what she had give us. We Salute her.
