Here is my mother, the Magpie:
I noticed her on one occasion eyeing my glittery, costume jewellery chain very intently.
When I asked whether she liked it, she said: “Yes. Give it to her.” I asked, “To whom?” She pointed to my sister, Elaine, whom I call Su, a contraction of her Indian name, Susheila.
Me: “You want me to give my new pretty chain to Su?”
Mum: “Because she is the apple of my eye!”
Me: “Does that make me the orange of your eye?”
She was not amused. But minutes later she reversed her instructions. “OK. No need to give up your chain!”
And then there was Mum, Political Junkie to the end.
She did not like it when my sister and I talked for too long or too intensely about any subject.
One time she said weakly, but clearly: ” I am just a bundle here. What are you discussing?”
Elaine: “Politics. You want to discuss politics?”
I am absolutely sure she is watching the politics of today from her perch in heaven, and would have a few things to say to the candidates–and to the laggard millennials or anyone who does not exercise their vote and put an end to the madness we are mired in. So, go vote!
And keep an eye on us, Mum.
Peace, gentle heart. We miss you and keep you forever in our hearts.
At a recent family gathering, her grandchildren, Zubin and Sheela Jane, sing the Malayalam devotional hymn, Devamay Kaithoram, she taught them when they were little and spent many happy hours with her.