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1970 When I flew back home after my 6 months compulsory stay in Bangkok; Raman was at
the K.K.S. Airport to meet me. Whether he had timed his visit to Jaffna to coincide with my
return I do not know. (I’ve often wondered-it’s so like him)

When the taxi drew up at home, Amma came out to meet us. She hugged me and after we
had dismissed the taxi, drew me into her room. She opened the cupboard and drew out a
piece of rich fruit cake, wrapped in baking paper; and gave it to me to eat. (I was then 47
years old!) Rich cake is special, some friend must have sent Amma a piece and she must
have preserved it against my return. I was deeply touched.

(The irony: - how long she had kept it, I wonder… from last Christmas? It had gone
mouldy and rancid. But I ate the whole of it. I don’t think she ever guessed. Perhaps
Raman did.)

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