Shatamma

Lovely, friendly, sleepy, understanding, compassionate, supportive, caring, smart, sweet, white has snow, wrinkles all around, she lived in her own fairy world, a bit strong and a bit week and fat . 

History.... 

She was born to a poor family, with five to six siblings . She was not educated, she was married at a very young age, after few years she gave birth to four children. She sent them to hostal . She worked in church fathers home and washed vessels in others home. She used to visit her children when she got time. She managed living . As days passed she marries her children off. She stays with her daughter . 

She was my lovely grandma, my dad's, mom's, mommy . I called her Ammachi. 

2005.......

I was taken home, from the hospital. I was just a newborn baby.

A lovely smile on her face as I was second born to my family as my big brother died in womb. So she was happy to expect me there.

Bathing time....

As I was still a baby. 

I used to make her mad at me . I would not let her pour water on me . I was silly . I would irritate her. 

 As days passed I grew ......

I was 3 and its my first day of school ......

I used to cry a lot ... My mom and granny used to take me to school. My mom used to go home but my granny used to sit out of school gate and wait till school gets over. I was crying and crying she used to listen to my crys. Ammachi used to in home.  

 Ammachi loved to sit and watch tv and sometimes peel veggies and talk to family member's.

My holidays........

Ammachi and I loved long walks...

We both used to go for long walks . From home to street.(now main road) I used to hold her hand and walk holding a doll in another and with a bag . We used to sit on a brick wall that was not to height . We used to see sheeps, grazing grass it was a empty ground with butterflies flying. I used to wear a hat she once bought for me . I used to be a attraction to all strangers on road as I was cute walking doll with my Ammachi. 

Eating time......, 

My mom used to say....

I seriously hate mutton. And my favorite used to be chicken 65 always. Ammachi used to give me chicken 65 always. If fish is made in my home I loved fish eyes a lot . (why I loved it I don't know) she used to give me always. She used to feed me. 

She supports me.....

My mom used to beat me, she used to save me. She neaver let me cry. She cared a lot for me.

 As I was young 7 or 8 years I remember these story..........

A story of 0 rs note......

It my stream funny. Let it be let me say......

 I asked for chocolates so me and Ammachi went to a shop . We bought what we wanted and then Ammachi gave money to the shopkeeper it was 100 rupees note, I still remember from my childhood memories. Shopkeeper said this note will not go there's zero in this note. In pen in the side means at the white space of the note there was written zero. I don't remember what happened next.

A tablet (now I know its gas tablet).

When I was small I used to go to her and bring the tablet and eat because it was like chocolate for me, the tablet was pink and round as toffee. I always ate that in my small age. Now I know its Digene Tablets.

Ammachi's hates.....

She hated guest's. And especially my sister . 

My small sister used to do nasty things and irritate her. She used to get mad at my sister. My sister always show faces to her, which Ammachi hated.  

 Days passed. I grew up and she grew old. ...

A turning point......

I was still small, I was studying in 5th or 6th std. Ammachi was falling sick day by day and later she was effected with cancer. As I was young I didnot know about it . 

As days passes Ammachi was taking her treatment .

Her face was woeful . She was

red-eyed and lachrymose. We both were disengaged. My grandma looked after her . Ammachi hated hospital because of some machines and smell . Ammachi and her daughter my grandma went to a rent house . Which before was a horse shed, a small home, eith just one room  . They both stayed there until my Ammachi left this world . 

My grandma used to give bath to Ammachi and change her diapers . Which Ammachi hate . She became partially paralysed. Her small, frail body. Her sick bony body. Her delicate health. She was slight and delicate - looking. Her faint murmur. She was unenthusiastic . Her sickened cheeks , she was racked with pain. 

She was powerless to eat. She vomited always. Her body was not capable of taking food. This was said by my grandma in later stage .

Its coming to an end......

Before I was going to school my grandma called me to see Ammachi, that's the last day I saw her alive .I went to the shed I saw Ammachi laying on bed in extremely poor condition. I still remember, in that tiny, congested bed, Ammachi was sleeping straight, I could she her chronic pain in my eyes. It was the last glance look into her eyes . I even hesitated to touch her. As I was feared that I to could get Cancer. But I gave my left hand to her heart and closed her eyes and felt me. That final touch felt like a million love she gave me was now finishing , no more that love would ever return to me. I felt her weak, life less hands and her unconditional love. 

 No tears rolled my eyes as I controlled them. After that fine morning, I was at home only. After that touch, she closed her eyes still breathing. That evening my cousin visited her. Thats when Ammachi died . She perish. Leaving me along suffer, I went alone and cried alot. 

I said to my self, why did you leave me alone to supper, who will save me from my mom, I cried and cried.. 

I heard the sound of Ambulance taking her body to hospital. Then she was taken home in ice box . All came, to see her. But I can't think of anything I just though she was alive

. At the last movement, when they were burring her my uncles did not let me get her blessings, I stayed in there home. 

My grandma used to say, the day before Ammachi was dying Ammachi started saying I am dying I am dying . She said Ammachi gave her last thing it was just a chain. But I never saw it still. But more then that I love my Ammachi. All my life I will think of her. I now to think why I never clicked a photo together. But I like to end saying, no I ever loved like I loved my Ammachi . I cared never like Ammachi, but her love is worthy. I could not think of any other person like her. Her sacrifice is not like mine, but her world me. Her care is everlasting but not like mine. That age I did not care my grandma that much. But now I sit and think, which makes me feel ashamed. But getting such wonderful granny is rare.