Ammamma Arrives!

Phew! And none to soon. For a while there MTB was convinced that Subabe would beat Ammamma to the finish line. She – Ammamma, that is, had a pleasant flight from India. Air India’s Maharaj served decent vegetarian fare and flew her into the U.S. with nary a delay. DiT picked her up at Newark Airport and within the hour she was fussing over her daughter. Her luggage was mostly filled with stuff for Subabe… quilts, dresses, covers… Among all the stuff in the two heavily laden suitcases, she probably had two or three pieces of her own clothing. There were a few things from Achamma and Achuchan too - a tottel-spring, a few score kutty-kupayyams, some red konakams, and a nice pattu mundu.

Over the last few days MTB has slowed down a great deal. The weight on her back is clearly showing on her face. Her feet are swollen and red and even sleeping in one position for any length of time is difficult. The consensus view in the household is that now that Ammamma has arrived Subabe should not linger back in the tummy much longer. So could you please hurry up and arrive.