Driving from my parent’s home to Cochin last Friday morning, I saw my mother,
beside me, doze, open mouthed, her face ashen like that of a corpse and realised
with pain that she was as old as she looked but soon put that thought away, and
looked out at Young Trees sprinting, the merry children spilling out of their homes,
but after the airport’s security check, standing a few yards
away, I looked again at her, wan, pale as a late winter’s moon and felt that old
familiar ache, my childhood’s fear, but all I said was, see you soon, Amma, all I did
was smile and smile and smile......