She was always there to calm my fears and treat me special. She even made special food for me if I didn 't like the food others were eating.
She had a great sense of humor and was a prolific letter writer. She made me address her letters. She wrote one letter a day at least. Her handwriting was so neat. She took care to dress neatly too.I have preserved some of her old saris and wedding veil.
I remember her boarding school stories. The tricks she and her friends used to play on their classmates and how she got married to Dada. Both were very young and it was a conservative arranged marriage.
My Dada was a Methodist minister and she was his faithful godly wife.She enjoyed life and was cheerful and happy till the end.
The blossom cannot tell what becomes of its fragrance as it drifts away,just as no person can tell what becomes of their influence as they continue through life.