In the memory of my dearest Ma, Amma, Ammane, Amma chellam, Mom, Momzu, Momzie, Momma bear, Amma Pilli, Hurrem Sultan, Winnie the Pooh, Pulikingi, Kothai, and the countless endearing names.
This is a special memory from when I was very young. One evening, my mom went to pick up my sister from school and put me to sleep in my crib. When I woke up, I couldn't find her, and the front door was locked. So, I went out the back door to the front gate, hoping to see her. I remembered that whenever I played with my mom's handbag, she would come to scold me. So, I grabbed her handbag and waited at the gate, hoping she would come. When she returned with my sister, she saw me with her handbag and smiled at my clever idea to bring her back.
Even until a few months ago, I would ask her if she knows why I brought her handbag to the gate, and she would smile and say it was because - I thought she would come back to scold me.
Now that she has passed away, whenever I see her handbag, I wish she would come back and scold me for touching it. I miss her so much.