Jayamani
My aunt Jayamani was a lady
As unforgettable and exceptional as a baby
She was my father's little sister
Diminutive and twenty years younger.
Many thought she was my father's daughter
But she was more than that as ever
She had curly hair and a cute face
And a smile that would enthral all days.
She would convert every incident
Into anecdotes that had no precedent
She would get into conversation with anyone
Be it a milkman, maid, vendor or someone.
When she spent her days in Manchester
She would sit cross legged on floor and surprise her doctor
She was more patient than her husband
She cared for his mother in her own hand.
One day she went to her neighbour's shed
She had left her baby sleeping on bed
When she came back after hours
The baby was up and in tears.
Very sad God didn't grant her good health
She suffered but left great memories after death
She died the same day my father died
Both are in heaven undisturbed.
Marukatham
My aunt Marukatham was a lady par excellence