Rememberin Amma

My earliest memory is of every Gokulashtmi and Dusshera which would have us eating food off plaintain leaves at my granny’s place. There was the special raw mango pickle she made for us. She endured me trying to mimic her accent while speaking hindi (infact she enjoyed it). My sister broke down when she heard the news, my bil phoned me and gave me the news just as I was working on details of a contest poster. My mother was giving me updates on her health and I thought I was quite prepared, but still I felt a lump in my throat. It really seems yesterday that she blessed me when I went to visit her just before I was leaving for Cal. There is no way to reach in time for the funeral, the only hope is reaching in time for the thirteenth day.