My Mother at Sixty-Six : Driving from my parent’s home to Cochin last Friday morning, I saw my mother, beside me, doze, open mouthed, her face ashen like that of a corpse and realised with pain that she was as old as she looked but soon put that thought away, and looked out at YoungContinue reading “My Mother At Sixty – Six : Kamala Das : : Mother Poems : :”