TOGETHER WITH MOM
When I think of what is the first memory of my mother is - in our small house in Ooty, I was watching my mother through the small window which had a few, moderately thick, perpendicular wooden bars. My mother was doing cooking or some other kitchen chores. And I was silently shedding tears for my baby sister, who was still-born. While we were in Ooty, as I mentioned in my first book, my younger sister was born. But, she is not the second. The third baby. I am the first baby. And ,there was a second baby, which was full term still born baby. That delivery was in my native village, just like my birth. I remember a small baby covered up in cloth and kept over a wooden chair , the chair having handles on either side . To say correctly that was my first memory of the world. I may be around three to four years old. The picture staying in my mind was the baby kept draped on the grandpa chair and some people in that room, in a s...