During my visit to India first thing which attracts me when I get out of airport are the faces of older women. Women‘s face adorned with big pottu (bhindi) having a casual conversation with friends/ relatives and walking/shopping around in their own pace.
That generation of women who raised their kids with love, kindness and discipline because they had all the time at their disposal. They lived in world which never expected them to lead a dual role as professional women and a mom.
Today in the name of progress ,we are slowly losing/erasing this good aspect of life. Every action is timed and we are always in hurry with endless plans about something or other. I wish to grow older and be kind like her though I am not blessed with a voice like hers not even near ; )
- Photo courtesy: The Hindu
She very much resembles my ammuma. It’s been more than 30 years since my ammuma died. Lately I have been thinking about my dearest ammuma a lot . I wish she was alive to see my cute son.
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