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Sankara Marar (Uncle Sankar Marar)( Marar is the sir name)
"Has Sudhi Mitukkan (the smart boy Sudhi) come with you, Lathomane?"( calling the name Latha )
Marar (uncle) used to come and ask me on the school gate when I was in second grade at Pandaraprambu L.P. School. Me. "No, uncle, he didn't come." Where did I go to check on this boy? I was worried even when I was in class. When I came home from school, I learned that he was hesitant to go to the nursery and hid behind the door of the room where rice was kept. The whole face was red! Everyone was afraid. They were all clamoring. 

At last found him, which is good.

Sankara Marar was the steward of my house. (Though there were many before him). Marar looks after everything in the house. We loved him.

Marar used to take us almost everywhere, be it to movies or plays. It is impossible to meet such a person nowadays. He was so faithful.

During temple functions, maarar will go for drum set . After returning from there, he will bring something for the children.

Marar had many responsibilities at home. On special days like Onam and Vishu (festivals of Kerala), Marar was needed for everything, like buying goods and cutting vegetables. During Onam, roast the bananas (two or three bunches should come) in a round, then the sharkara upperi (jaggery chips), and so on.

To remove the banana skin, sever it with a knife in all four parts of the banana. We will sit down to take the dough.

What a festive feeling!

The next step is to allow the fruit bunch to ripen, which involves going to the farm and cutting the bunch (sometimes you have to buy it) and covering it with straw and soil, as well as making a hole, similar to a mound, to allow it to ripen.

Marar has a room of his own. Day and night at home. There is a box rope bed, a kerosene lamp, matches, etc. in his room. 

We had heard that he had a stomach ache when he was young. Because of that, he was afraid to get married. A bachelor type.

When he was a little older, it might have felt like a complete loss. Seeing so many women, that isolation came full circle.

When there was poverty at home, there was often no salary to pay. (It was around fifteen rupees), but everything was taken care of.

When Narayanetan( brother Narayanan) lived in Thrissur quarters, he used to bring coconuts and berries every month. And sometime due to the harshness of isolation and old age, he had to stay in the hospital due to mental breakdown. We were very sad. After getting sick, there was no problem for a while.

He had corn disease. It was difficult to walk. But he will reach everywhere.

Finally, in my wedding also . he helped a lot. 

Sometimes when we go home we call Marar. He will became so happy at that time.  We will give some money or something while leaving.

After some time passed, his mental state was disturbed again. As he turned out, he ended up in bed at his house.

Finally we went to see him. We also gave some money in his hand.

A few days later, he was found dead.

Still have occasional memories of Sankara Marar.