The Changing Face of the Indian Family: Part II
Jhansi and my mother’s larger kin Summer in Delhi, for many of its citizens, spells the time to escape the city. A much needed respite, away from its relentless battering sun and the overhang of its polluting air. The social calendar yawns its emptiness and life seems circumscribed by temperature controlled indoors. Facebook updates posted from gloriously exotic locales tell me that most people on my contact list are unreachable. Yet there is a silver lining to the inhospitable season, for it allows one to luxuriate in the randomly selected passages of memory. And so it was that I remembered Kusum, my mother, Amma as I called her, and her side of the family b acklit against a town, whose cadence sang in their veins – Jhansi! Kusum, amma in the fashion of the times As...