Kalyani keeps me reminding on writing about 90 sivananda colony... what do i write? would this blog be enough to write... i can keep writing for days together... mixture of emotions, feelings, which one do I bring first?!?!? Until this moment I have never felt that i dont have a mother's house as would any woman would boast of.. always walked in any time, any moment and pull whatever is in the fridge and start off as we would do in our own home.. I can recollect of how when we were kids would rush to the single room in the first floor (way back.....) when we hear the horn of 3700 at the corner of the road and the pindrop silence maintained until mama leaves the houseto clinic... when athai used to take care so many of us with various eating habits and attitude... one with dosai , ghee roast, idlis... playing TRADE at all odd hours, playing and fighting with Ramesh (one among the family now...) with big sticks.... and kapu with her wooden houses built in the mottai maadi... great and sweet memories... carrom board played in the verandah and athai trying to make us all eat with not much of yelling (as we do even with single or couple of kids...) could we find one like this anymore...
As and when we grew up visiting was restricted but would always dream to get back there with the next generation of ours and relax for a while, as athai had the generous heart of taking care of them and asking us to go out and relax... could we find anyone like that anymore...
Lots of laughter, gossip, as soon as all 4Ks get together and the united relationship inspite of diversified ideas has given me the feeling that I still have a home away from my own.. Not to bother about anything... just relax in the house, with no questions asked... would I get a place like this anymore..
Anandhi...
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