thoughts in memory of my wife Nirmala who died in August, 2019.
My Life , My Wife.
inseparable, this is what I believed through out. But destiny decided
different. My wife Nirmala left my life in a huff in the second week of august
into my life alone and left alone.
person at her bed side except me at that miserable hour. Though the doctors at
Apollo declared the death later, I still
believe she breathed her last in my hands.
tributes were paid in her memory at a commemorative family and friends
gathering held during the ceremonial function. Most of the speakers who
showered all praises on her belong to my side. This is a rare gesture she
received from in laws side which she richly deserves.
took place much against the will of her parents. At that time I was not even a
graduate. Unsettled in life. A small job with a meagre salary. No parent on the
earth would come forward to fulfil the wish of their only daughter who decided to sail in life with
such a person.
became true. She married me rather than I married her. May be this is the
reason for her to exonerate all my
misdeeds as a life partner.
Now, I do not
hesitate to say some good words or remember her good deeds. But I should have
done this before she left from my life.
I am now
leading a life almost in such a manner which she might have liked. In fact, she
wanted to see me in the same way during her life time. But what is the use. Too
I have so
many repentances. As a husband, I miserably failed to provide a peaceful and
minimum comfortable life. My salary was Rs 275 when she came to Vijayavada to
lead a life with me immediately after a simple, simple than the word simple,
marriage at Tirumala on 16th December, 1971. When we shifted to
Hyderabad to join in All India Radio along with two blessed kids, salary rose
to Rs.500 or so. Those were horrible days for her to manage the house and an
irresponsible husband who always think
that a husband’s duty is dutifully ends
with handing over his monthly salary to his wife on the first day of every month and forgets rest.
Then she thought
that this is not the way to run the
show. Since she sacrificed her education also for the sake of me, she has no
other way to assist the family except opening a child care centre to assist the office going
started a childcare centre by name ‘Amma
Vodi’ (Mother’s lap) in our single bed room rented house in Vivek Nagar,
Chikkadapally near Tyagaraya gana Sabha. In the initial days no parent came forward to
join their kid in such a place where a bare minimum facilities are not
morning, a couple came to our place in hurry and left her child saying they
would return in the evening after their office hours to talk and settle the other matters.
came. They did not turn up. 7 pm. 8 pm. Time was rolling fast. No sign of the kid’s parents. Worry started.
If they do not come back what we have to do with this small boy whose name is
also not known, or his parents details. But my wife was in a balanced state.
She said with confidence.
raise this child also as a third one along with our two kids’.
I have no
words to say.
At last the
parents of the boy came late night with profound apologies for the delay and
inconvenience caused. I got relieved.
name is James. He was the first kid in
the centre for a long time to come. Slowly, through hearsay, the number started increasing. Some more
admissions took place. My wife never
demanded a particular fee. They used to pay according to their affordability. I
remember vaguely that on an average the
fee was Rs.30 per month per child. The
strength grew up to 25 kids when we left to Moscow. Ammavodi remained as a
proof of my wife’s will power and commitment for family. She employed two
maids. During their absence (leave) she is used to do all the sundry jobs
normally performed by every mother to their kids without any hesitation. She used to take care of them with
lots of motherly affection. Even after
decades, the parents remember my wife for the services she rendered towards
their kids during the upcoming days. Her income on Ammavodi was sufficient
to pay the school fee and books of
Sandeep and Santosh besides riksha puller charges. (14-02-2021)
(Some more reminiscences