Sabu's grandmother's name is Saradamma.........more about her later.
We'd got up on the dot at 6, gone through the chores and were ready by 8. Had a nice breakfast of Semiya upma made by Gouri, said our farewells to my cousin and her husband and were ready to kick off the day's journey. And, then, disaster struck! My latest possession, a single malt whisky that I'd picked up from the canteen yesterday, slipped through my hands and the bottle broke into many pieces, with the contents wastefully sucked in by the interlocking tiles!
Was very sad at the colossal waste and wished that I was a twad careful while shifting it from the rear seat to the boot. And I sincerely wondered as to whether the day had many more ominous events lined up as we were on a long drive, meeting schedules that have been carefully drawn up. From Gandhi Nagar to Thrippunithura, I had to reckon with heavy traffic - despite the fact that it was a holiday - to pick up Rema and Padmakumar who were headed for my brother-in-law's house at Pidavoor, where a lot of renovation work is currently on.
The drive to Onamthuruthu was uneventful and we'd our lunch enroute at Ettumanoor. We reached Sabu's grandmother's house by about 1 and saw the old lady lying in state in all her glory. What puzzled me was that her body had swollen up at various points, wonder why? Usually such eruptions vanish as death embraces the individual. Was reminded of the occasion when I'd the privilege of meeting her for the first time beside Lekha's bed at the Lisie hospital, Kochi. She was so full of love and compassion and had maintained that affinity towards us till her very end.
Said my small prayer as I took in her earthly form for one last time as I stood with folded hands along with Lekha, Rema and Padmakumar. Met many of my relatives, headed by Indira kunjamma.
We'd left by about a quarter past 3, on our onward journey. Enroute, had tea and a variety of snacks at a wayside eatery run by a friendly Tamilian, by the name of Mani. Passing through Thiruvalla, Chengannur and Pandalam was tough as the traffic was mad. We'd picked up a few paranthas from a shop at Adoor for our supper and Lekha had supplemented it with instant curries.
After getting our dish TV energised, at Kottarakkara, through the franchisee, dropped Rema and Padmakumar at Pidavoor and reached Raj Nivas by a trifle past 2000 hrs. The caretaker was there to give us a brief round up about the activities undertaken and I'd sent him off, without ado, as it was getting late.
By the time we'd settled down for the night, it was almost around midnight.
Tailpiece.
Finally, Twitter has served notice to Pakistani President Arif Alvi regarding his post on Kashmir showing a protest rally whereas the shot was that of a protest rally at Muzaffarabad in PoK, sometime back. What a cheapo?
We'd got up on the dot at 6, gone through the chores and were ready by 8. Had a nice breakfast of Semiya upma made by Gouri, said our farewells to my cousin and her husband and were ready to kick off the day's journey. And, then, disaster struck! My latest possession, a single malt whisky that I'd picked up from the canteen yesterday, slipped through my hands and the bottle broke into many pieces, with the contents wastefully sucked in by the interlocking tiles!
Was very sad at the colossal waste and wished that I was a twad careful while shifting it from the rear seat to the boot. And I sincerely wondered as to whether the day had many more ominous events lined up as we were on a long drive, meeting schedules that have been carefully drawn up. From Gandhi Nagar to Thrippunithura, I had to reckon with heavy traffic - despite the fact that it was a holiday - to pick up Rema and Padmakumar who were headed for my brother-in-law's house at Pidavoor, where a lot of renovation work is currently on.
The drive to Onamthuruthu was uneventful and we'd our lunch enroute at Ettumanoor. We reached Sabu's grandmother's house by about 1 and saw the old lady lying in state in all her glory. What puzzled me was that her body had swollen up at various points, wonder why? Usually such eruptions vanish as death embraces the individual. Was reminded of the occasion when I'd the privilege of meeting her for the first time beside Lekha's bed at the Lisie hospital, Kochi. She was so full of love and compassion and had maintained that affinity towards us till her very end.
Said my small prayer as I took in her earthly form for one last time as I stood with folded hands along with Lekha, Rema and Padmakumar. Met many of my relatives, headed by Indira kunjamma.
We'd left by about a quarter past 3, on our onward journey. Enroute, had tea and a variety of snacks at a wayside eatery run by a friendly Tamilian, by the name of Mani. Passing through Thiruvalla, Chengannur and Pandalam was tough as the traffic was mad. We'd picked up a few paranthas from a shop at Adoor for our supper and Lekha had supplemented it with instant curries.
After getting our dish TV energised, at Kottarakkara, through the franchisee, dropped Rema and Padmakumar at Pidavoor and reached Raj Nivas by a trifle past 2000 hrs. The caretaker was there to give us a brief round up about the activities undertaken and I'd sent him off, without ado, as it was getting late.
By the time we'd settled down for the night, it was almost around midnight.
Tailpiece.
Finally, Twitter has served notice to Pakistani President Arif Alvi regarding his post on Kashmir showing a protest rally whereas the shot was that of a protest rally at Muzaffarabad in PoK, sometime back. What a cheapo?
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