>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
>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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