Sudha Bai: A Life Loudly & Well-Lived
“I was admitted to the hospital because of my toe’s inspection” Sudha Bai said, just the day before yesterday, while sitting at my parents’ house. Sudha Bai—my father’s younger sister, my chinnattha—has always been a powerful presence in my life. Her son, Ramu (technically, Ram Bava), chuckled and corrected her, “ Oh mother! It’s infection, not inspection. ” “ Right. That. Inspection. They would have amputated my leg if it was from inside. But since it was outside, I escaped ,” she replied, brushing it off like she always did—with that casual, matter-of-fact tone she reserved for everything intense in her life. That was her way. That was her. No drama, no fuss, just clarity. Even when it came to pain. Especially when it came to pain. That was true of most people on my dad’s side, but Sudha Bai embodied it. (Tx Chat GPT for helping recreate some memories. Unfortunate that I dont have any pictures of us) Her signature expression was "maaari". It rolled off her tongue in coun...