She died a few days back and I got the news today. She was a nobody in the village. For me she was a symbol of fortitude. From the time I can remember anything about my life she was an integral part of our household. I remember her carrying things from our house to sell in the market four kilometres away and bringing things back we needed at home. I remember her bathing my little sisters when they were infants. I used to watch her bathing the infant. In the leaf of an arecanut tree. I remember being astounded by her dexterity. The infant would laugh at her touch. Even when she poured cold water on the body, my little sister would laugh. I used to be fascinated by the sight. My mother couldn’t extract that kind of laughter from her children. My mother cannot be blamed. She had too many children to look after. Too many servants too. Workers of the fields were numerous and I can’t recall the names of any one of them. Mother had to prepare food for them in a kitc
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