>Today I am going to tell you the story of my cousin Neelu. She was born in early 1930s in Rangoon, Burma. Her parents later settled down in Kolkata and Neelu was largely brought up by her mother. Neelu’s childhood was not very pleasant, she grew up watching her parents fight; mother struggling to make two ends meet but at the same time trying to give her the best of education and comfort that she could provide. Neelu went to a convent school and had many friends. She was a gregarious and lively person, who loved to live! She loved food, she loved outings, she loved the good things in life, she loved gossiping, she loved meddling in other people’s lives, she loved helping others, she loved cooking and most of all, she loved being appreciated, recognised and loved. In no time Neelu fell in love with a young musician who also happened to be the landlord’s son. Needless to
Author: Sarbari
>Amazing women in my life – part 1 (continued)
>As I was saying in the last post that I came into K’s life when I was three and she was over fifty years old. When I look back I think it was a big liability and responsibility for someone who was not young, had ill health, was not financially self sufficient and was dependent on her daughter and son-in-law. I think K was a kind of woman who acted without any fear of consequence and took criticism with a pinch of salt – for her it was something that had to be done and since no one else was doing it, she would take it up without hesitation. But the story here is not so much about K and me, but of K herself. As I was growing up in that household, I was also learning to be invisible and to be an acute observer of the goings on around the place. The person I observed most was
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