>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
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>Amazing women in my life – part 1
>When I was three years old, I lost my mother – unfortunately I would never know her. However, what I heard about her from her husband, her brothers and sisters, her in laws and her friends, gave me a picture of the kind of woman she might have been. The picture was one of a kind, warm and loving person who put others’ interest before her and who at times and mostly in private was temperamental, passionate and strong. This picture was not very helpful to me because people kept comparing me to her as I was growing up and I grew up listening to a continuous lament of “how could you turn out to be like this being her daughter”! For the life of me, I could not manage the confusion, rage and frustrations that I felt being compared to a person who was not even around for me to even dialogue with Being the only child, I did
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