Vinod: Hey, you've been very quiet. What's the matter? You seem lost.

Mohan: Today is the death anniversary of my parents.

Vinod: Oh! I'm sorry.

Mohan: No, lt's okay. I still vividly remember that I was in my last year of University in Pennsylvania ... when I received the news of their car accident!

Vinod: Now I understand why you've been so low all day.

Mohan: No Vinod, There's something else, which has been pricking my conscience these last few months.
Do you remember Kaveriamma?

Vinod: Kaveriamma? Your old maid servant, right?

Mohan:Please don't call her a maidservant. She was like a mother to me ...

Vinod: I'm sorry. I had no idea. What about her?

Mohan: As you know, I was the only child. My parents brought me up with a lot of love, they provided me with everything. But along with them, Kaveriamma too had a special place in my life.

My mother would make my breakfast, while Kaveriamma would feed me. My parents tucked me into bed, while Kaveriamma sang me a lullaby. From the age of two to seventeen she looked after me completely. You could say Kaveriamma was like a second mother to me.