I can actually see the grin on your face each and every time I told you fear is not my middle name for I am Methran Thambi’s grand daughter..( telling that to a true and true naga warrior)
The name Methran Thambi was my amulet..and being the warrior that you are, it never ceased to amuse you.
You live in me..with every breath I take.. and yet I worry that..with the years that seems to slip through in to some sort of black hole, I will forget things about you.. I am sure your family will remember you..but surely, it wouldn’t be how I remember you..
I remember how you insisted to count my eyelashes because I am a Malayalee and am blessed with abundent eye lashes.. You made me keep my eyes open, so you could count them..and I did..it took a while for me to learn that you really were not counting..you were enjoying, getting me to keep my eyes open without blinking!
Memories of you is like chewing the bubblegum and blowing bubbles..you do it gingerly..worrying every second that bubble will burst and you will end up with gum splattered on your face and lips..