Chembaka poo

Rainy season make flowers more beautiful. Its from the home of my ammoomma(grand mother). It has all her beauty, all her love and her loving smell also. Remembering her soothing touches and dishes that made for me only. Now she is passing through the difficult stages of her life. She is in her 90's. Praying for her lot and its really painful to think a life without her. But we have to admit facts as facts. Her talkings knowing my least worries and problems. Always touching her feet for her blessings, it means a lot to me ....