Sarojini atha
That’s how I call her
We grew up in a society where people around us became our family. One major family which has been all through my life is Subba rao mama and Sarojini atha. Not related by blood, but a family bonding my parents built with theirs is incomparable.
When Amma was busy, atha would feed us and take care
of us. My parents would meet each other everyday. We had the ring system then. Calling and talking with each other was very expensive. 1 ring you come home. 2 rings we are coming. Everyday around 9/9.15 om this would happen at home. We never answered a call before the two rings ended.
I have so so so many immense memories with them that when I look at my past oh they were there in every tiny bit of it. Gatherings, movies, restaurants, birthdays everything.
There was never a moment Sarojini atha has raised her voice against anyone I know of. She is as this always helping, cheerful lady with so much of delicacy and aura. Her daughters are an example of how well she has raised them.
This couple is a set example for me. They would go beyond their limits to help anyone. How cheekily mama would tease atha, her tiny blushes she tried hiding. As she was diabetic everytime she wanted to taste a sweet she would look at mama and he would signal with hands ‘ a tiny small amount’. Sometimes he would say “ ivala quota aipoindi”
And such a beautiful human “our Sarojini atha” has been battling with cancer the last few months. She breathe her last today early morning and I can’t think of anything else except her and her family & mine. Everyone knew this was going to come but to be in the moment is difficult. 2 beautiful daughters who are just like them. My mom was considered as a 3rd daughter. They would introduce her has “ma pedda ammayi” to everyone.
The last few days hopefully she met everyone she wanted to meet. I pray that she is in a better place and continues to bless us like always.
Ira loves you and I will make sure she remembers you just like how you want her to. Sarojini ammama you will be fine. Don’t worry.
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