அம்மா
எண்ணும் எழுத்தும் கண்ணெனத் தகும். அம்மா. When I started writing Blog, I thought it woudn't be started beautifully if I didn't start with writing about my mother,who is not with us anymore. She is a remarkable woman,innocence & intelligence in a single pack. (அறிவும் அப்பாவித்தனமும் ஒருங்கே அமையப்பெற்ற பெண்மணி) I remember going to Ambarampalayam (my birth place-near Pollachi) river, in which my mother used to wash my hair in running water,keeping me in a supine position, whence I would be clinging to my mother's leg,the sunlight and splashes of fresh water on my skyward looking face, the mixed feeling of fear,thrill,chillness and warmth,given by the combination of river,sunlight and mother! And,in Coonoor, in rainy days, when the electric power goes off, my sister and me sitting close to her on hearing the sound of thunder. My mother shared a lot,friendly,never tried to control,gave so many sayings,so that in any situation,before taking a decisi...