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"The young lady who sold the child to beggars, that had been given to take care of, was captured".

The present news stunned me. The maid, who was entrusted by the dad and mother with dealing with her own child while they went to work, took the kid with them and brought in cash. When they come at night, the child will be safe in her hands. This usually happens. At long last, the guardians learned about this mystery and gave it over to the police. This is the story.

Lakshmi was a woman who took care of me more than my mother. One of the stay-at-home moms has sincere love for children. In my childhood, Lakshmi used to take me to the pool and bathe me with palm oil. She also took me to the temple. I would lie with her at night, and she would sing for me by moving her fingers on my head; even though her throat was not clean, I still fell asleep listening to that tune. So many stories will be told. "Nalla Thanga" is the story that stood out the most to me.

If someone's death comes, they will not have the right to stay home. She will go and stay at her house for sixteen days. Someone from the next Nair family will come instead. We are not that interested in them. After five or six days, Lakshmi will come running. But she only has the right to stand anywhere on the premises. My sisters and I will gather around. "When will you come, Lakshmi?" So Lakshmi will reply  "Let the day pass, and then I will come". We wish the days would pass quickly.

If anything happens to us, they are very sad. Once I went to school in a nursery that was ten to fifteen minutes  walk from home. Like today's play  school.

There was a Maria teacher with six fingers. and a teacher named Kochammini. Lakshmi will be taken in the morning and brought back in the afternoon. One day, when returning from school there was a bullock cart standing in the way. (There were many bullock carts in those days.)

We were having small, insignificant conversations. When I reached in front of the cart, the bull shook its foot.

It hit me and I fell to my knees. My knee started bleeding profusely and I started crying. Lakshmi got scared, got sad and took me away. After a while, there was a ripened tamarind on the way. Good sweet tamarind. He quickly picked it up, peeled it, and gave it to me. And so my crying stopped.

Where is Lakshmi, who took care of me like her own child in so many ways?

Where is today's Lakshmi!!

In any case, bow to Lakshmi, who looked after me with love and sincerity.

Thank You!