I tell Thangam my cook who is as wise as Sarada mami: This M90 could have been saved by V and L. I don't want a dime from them. They could have at least visited me on a quarterly basis and that would have been sufficient to see me through. Not once did V and L visit me in Besant Nagar in the last 27 years except on ritual days!!!!
Is love and compassion so difficult to learn? Yes if you are born as a lower class tamil brahmins of North Arcot District. Ritualistic to the last breath and no human connection.
Post Script: Why wash dirty linen in public, I ask myself? Then I ask myself: Do V and L seem the kind of people who will wait outside the ICU when I am inside? Not in a million. So what do I lose by venting my anger? Nothing. Both are not bad people except they programmed their minds wrong: Who said that once married, you turn your backs completely on your old family? Which Veda? which Upanishads? It's sad when a couple of drops of white blood is all that it takes to turn calculative, callous, and heartless. Family is always about standing by someone in their distress. It's not my mistake that you defined "family" on your own narrow terms. Insight of this blog post: Any brother or sister who does not involve a sibling in festivities for 28 years is no brother or sister at all.