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My dear Ammama...<br />
Ammama, I honestly don't know where to begin. There are a<br />
countless number of things I could say about you and the memories<br />
we share, as regardless of Shani and I living the farthest away from<br />
you, you still played a major role in my upbringing over the past 17<br />
years. Living on the opposite side of the world to ammama was not<br />
ideal to say the least as unlike our cousins, we only saw ammama once<br />
every two years or so. Despite this, ammama was always there when I<br />
needed her most, be it advice, motivation or even just to have<br />
someone to rant to.<br />
When I was younger, as some of you will probably recall, I was an<br />
extremely difficult child to deal with. I still remember the day Ragini<br />
Chitti went to pick up Shobi from school with Shani but left me at<br />
home because I was fast asleep. Needless to say, when I woke up to<br />
find that I had been left out of this small family gathering at Shobi's<br />
school, I was distraught. I ran downstairs in tears straight to ammama<br />
knowing I would find some comfort from sitting in her lap. As I cried<br />
my eyes out, she calmed me down by promising me that when Ragini<br />
Chitti came home, not only would she tell her off but she'd get into a<br />
little fist fight with her too if that would cheer me up. As promised,<br />
when Ragini Chitti came home, she got a small telling-off and within<br />
seconds ammama had me in hysterics, making her break character<br />
too and we just sat there laughing for what felt like hours. Her kind<br />
heart, ability to make me laugh and smile endlessly is something I will<br />
forever miss.<br />
In 2005, ammama lived with us for a few months in England. In<br />
ammama's presence, Shani and I would argue most days and the<br />
biggest argument of them all, was who could drink their milk the<br />
fastest. We took this competition very seriously in our household,<br />
only because of mine and Shani's mutual hatred for milk. Yet every<br />
single day Shani would finish hers in seconds whilst I took a solid half<br />
an hour to finish mine. Despite this, when I finally finished ammama<br />
would always back me up and tell amma and appa that I was the real<br />
winner. I guess what ammama was really trying to
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