January 24, 2021
January 24, 2021
I have so many great memories with Kusum aunty - her tenacity - how she would successfully make me sit at the table and not move until I'd finished my glass of warm (and in my mind, really disgusting) milk as a kid when we used to visit (despite my escape attempts); how she would stand up and start swinging her arms around in exercise when you'd least expect it; and that one line she'd always say, and I often still repeat to myself when I'm trying to figure out how to solve a problem: "if not now, then when?"
But the memory that always pops into my mind, and inevitably makes me giggle is this one:
It was Gaurav and my first trip to India in the spring of 1987 I think it was. He must have been about 3 or 4 and I was 6 years old. Kusum aunty came to the airport to pick us up - we'd never met her before that day. But she was so warm and welcoming, and so happy to see us, that we were sold on India instantly! And then that drive back to Satya Marg in the little Maruti - with Kusum aunty driving smack in the middle of the road, with the window rolled down and waving her hands in annoyance at every truck driver that came in her way - yelling that they were in the wrong lane and to drive better, and these poor guys yelling back, "madamji, aap to..." and then promptly seeing the determined expression on her face, and realizing it was probably better to just admit defeat then and there and get out of the way for safety sake. She was so oblivious to her driving and so happy chatting away with all of us, that we had such a great time in that simple car ride home! I'm not sure if Gaurav remembers this as well as I do, but for some reason, this memory always brings a smile to my face whenever I need one.
Will miss Kusum aunty very dearly - but I know deep down she would want everyone to toughen up (milk story total case in point!) - and be brave. And I hope that all the good memories will also serve as a constant reminder for all of us to look after one another.
lots of love,
Ambika
But the memory that always pops into my mind, and inevitably makes me giggle is this one:
It was Gaurav and my first trip to India in the spring of 1987 I think it was. He must have been about 3 or 4 and I was 6 years old. Kusum aunty came to the airport to pick us up - we'd never met her before that day. But she was so warm and welcoming, and so happy to see us, that we were sold on India instantly! And then that drive back to Satya Marg in the little Maruti - with Kusum aunty driving smack in the middle of the road, with the window rolled down and waving her hands in annoyance at every truck driver that came in her way - yelling that they were in the wrong lane and to drive better, and these poor guys yelling back, "madamji, aap to..." and then promptly seeing the determined expression on her face, and realizing it was probably better to just admit defeat then and there and get out of the way for safety sake. She was so oblivious to her driving and so happy chatting away with all of us, that we had such a great time in that simple car ride home! I'm not sure if Gaurav remembers this as well as I do, but for some reason, this memory always brings a smile to my face whenever I need one.
Will miss Kusum aunty very dearly - but I know deep down she would want everyone to toughen up (milk story total case in point!) - and be brave. And I hope that all the good memories will also serve as a constant reminder for all of us to look after one another.
lots of love,
Ambika