For you Amma, wherever you may be!

Today, the 21st of April, 2015, marks the sixth anniversary of my mother’s (Amma) passing from her earthly existence. To mark the day, I thought I would write a letter to her telling her things that would make her happy. So, Amma, this one is for you, wherever you may be! And, I am pretty sure that these words will reach you.

Dear Amma,

It’s been six years since you left us….well, only physically.

A lot has happened in the time, which you would be happy to know.

I know you were worried that I would be left alone in the world. To tell you the truth, I was too!

But, as things turned out, there was no need for either of us to fret.

From the day you passed, your elder daughter has taken up your mantle. The way she looks out for me is a marvel to behold. You’d be over the moon if you witnessed it. Who knows maybe you are, from wherever you are! It’s not just Sudha. Your grandson, granddaughter and grand son-in-law are all pillars of support. And, oh, it will please you to know that your sisters, too, have been very affectionate and are in regular touch. As for Deepa, the niece you were so fond of? She, too, is doing well though she is as mad and scattered as ever. 

Sudha is also simply the best grandmother to her two little grandsons. Maybe, even surpassing you, as a grandma. I wish you could see the love her elder grandson has for her. Neha even jokes, telling her, “Amma, I doubt anyone has loved you as much as my son does.” (By the way, you’d be thrilled to know that when the elder one was born, Ashish brought him straight home from hospital and placed the newborn in front of your photograph. Today, 4 years later, the little one walks up to the same photo, points at you, and says, “That’s Kamamma!”) As for the younger one, he’s still only 3 months old, Amma. But I am sure he, too, will adore Sudha as he grows up. And, we will all love him just like we do the older one. 

Then, I am sure I don’t need to tell you that Aruna, your third daughter, is always there. It will please you to know that she and I have been living it up and going on regular jaunts all over India and sometimes, overseas. So far, we have holidayed in Melbourne, Chiang Mai, Phuket, New York, Vermont, Boston, Angkor Wat, Puducherry, Kodaikanal, Ooty, Wayanad, Dharmshala and Manali.

Sudha came along on a couple of those junkets. I took her to Malaysia and Cambodia last year. She was so excited, just like you were when I took you on your first overseas trip to Kuala Lumpur:)

Here’s a picture of the three of us in Angkor Wat! Yes, yes, I know – I am looking as serious as ever. But, trust me Amma, that’s just me wondering over all those ancient people who built such magnificent monuments.

From left to right - Lata Subramanian, Aruna Trada, Sudha Seshadri in Ankor Wat
From left to right – Lata Subramanian, Aruna Trada, Sudha Seshadri in Ankor Wat


Amma, this year, there’s a wedding in the family. Trishay, Aruna’s elder son is getting married to a very sweet girl, Crystal. You’d have been overjoyed and calling Anu every day to give her advice on the wedding. Before I forget, I just have to tell you that Aruna has a conversation with you in her head at the start of every dance or sitar performance she gives at the Temple of Fine Arts, Kuala Lumpur. It startled me when she first told me. But I shouldn’t have been surprised really because you were the one person who always encouraged her in her artistic endeavours. 

What else can I tell you that would make you happy? Oh, yes! Did you know that your son-in-law’s closed eye miraculously opened the day after you passed away? Just like that! It was as if someone had waved a magic wand and cured his third ocular nerve palsy.

Several neighbours commented that it was you who had engineered that feat from up there. I, though, have a slightly different take on it. 

I am quite sure that you marched up to God, wagged a finger at him, and said, “How could you do this to my son-in-law?” And God must have obliged you, thinking, “It’s her first day here. We can’t have her distressed about the life she has left behind. Or, next thing I know, she will be demanding to be sent back.” 

On that note, Amma, I will leave you for now. 

We all miss you. 





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Featured Image Credit: From left to right – my sister, Sudha Seshadri; my mother, Kamala Subramanian; and in the foreground, Amma’s third daughter, Aruna Trada as a bride. Taken from family photo archives.

Related Links: 

Lata Subramanian: A Hard Act to Follow

Lata Subramanian: Angels with a stethoscope

Lata Subramanian: The Mother of all Influences 


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