Amba Nayak Tribute

The Deepest feelings and emotions are those that are left unsaid and cannot be totally described. As a tribute to my Mamama I feel I should try now.
Distance, absence or passing away cannot take away or diminish my feelings for her. The feelings go as far back in time as my conscious memory is available and can be recalled.She lives with me ---in my memory.
When I was a child and with my dad and mom in Delhi, the one thing that I used to long for was to holidays when mom would ( Naturally) go to Katapadi. Although at that time I loved the place, it was only when I grew up that I realised that it was not about the place but my grandparents,uncles and Aunts and at the very centre of it all would be my Mamama who would literally take me over from my mom for the rest of the stay, and being her first grandchild she made me feel very special.she would remember every little bit about my likes and dislikes, would be extra protective. There was Ajja too at that time who was equally doting.
Being under her care felt so good that I used to hate it every time I had to leave Katapadi. The "Suno Suno Re kishan Kala" that she used to mutter everytime still rings pleasantly in my ears everytime I think of her. That is how I got my nickname--Kishen- from her. So much was the doting by Mamama that my parents used to fear that I would be a spoilt child --Ajji Sakida Magu.
The more I try to describe my feelings the more I feel that I am at a loss for words and the more I feel the moistness in my eyes developing into a tear.
I prey to god to rest her soul in peace
Kishen