This morning I was having breakfast - the usual fare. Bread bought by Vidya and butter spread and St Dalfour jam by Subash. It brought me memories of my growing up years with Ava and my 6 siblings. Only four of us remain today. Shows how temporary life is. It was a holiday in 1952, I think Coronation of QE2. As is usual holidays are spent with my uncle in Batu Gajah and my cousins of whom you have heard from time to time. Much later I realized Ava and her sister-in-law had a tiff that previous evening and we had to leave the house. Ava took us to the Batu Gajah Train Station. We were all excited that we are perhaps getting our first train ride. But Ava got on the passage way next to the tracts and started walking. She told us we are going to Malin Nawar a town forty minutes away if you walk as we were doing. She had Kamala in her hips and was clutching Saro’s hand. She told us to go ahead of her. So we were walking by the path next to the tracks. Every often we heard cries f...
The memories of a young man