Metras nalla metras - 1
PHEW!! At last am back to where I started. Lots of good things happening. Hari is settled in his school and Bala as usual enjoys going to Porur listening to "idhu sema hottu machi" :-) I am waking up to how Madras was and is - the same... no difference. Just that I am older and no wiser. Hey! don't go away! This is not going to be a page in my diary! We had a bunch of people coming in and going. I am not talking about relatives, but about workers and officers of all sorts to set things up like gas, phone, pest control, watchman, etc... Before marriage when things were under my parents' control. It was a different story. These people would come twice every year (they still do) asking for money. It was always a big spectacle for me. If the workers were lucky, they met my mom who said a word or two but gave them money. If their stars were not aligned properly, and my dad was at home, they had it. The worker or community helper (as my son refers them) would come a few day...