We were walking back from a parents teachers meeting, Amma and me. about her waist height I must have been, my head right about where her hands fell. Big black and red designs of her sari, was just about how melancholy her mood was that day.. melancholy moods in melancholy days.. As she walked i see this piece of fish scale sticking to her hand, I point to her and say, "ugh, how ugly that looks - you have a fish scale on your hand!, in my school!" somehow the look of hurt on her face has stuck in my memory all these years. the whole scene of us walking and all. Yesterday as i was talking to Annie, she mentioned we should travel to Kerala, I realized how Amma is getting older and i have not really spent time with her in a long time.. last couple of times we went, it was rushed affairs to fit in travel and leave schedules. the last time i spent time at home .. i cant even remember..