If Love Ever Had A Name…

Love, this one word creates so many sparks in my heart. So many memories come flooding by, taking me on an emotional roller-coaster ride. I can’t seem to remember the beginning, however hard I try. And I don’t seem to be a part of the end too. But I have all the memories from the things in-between, all those moments I spent with her, all the little tiffs we had, all the stories she had told me, all those bhindi-fry in my plate filled with her utmost warmth and love. And I have her story – the story of her life that she spent by giving joy, care, love and warmth to all.

It was monsoon of 1941 and the house seemed to be in a frenzy with marriage preparations. Little Bhagyam was 12 years, brimming with ideas and dreams about her life. She was clad in a new crimson saree, with jasmine flowers adorning her hair, her new bangles jingling as she moved her hands to adjust this new kind of attire. She sat in one of the rooms chatting with her sister’s kids, unaware of the web that was being spun around her, to be meant for her well-being. Her sister, who was constantly ill, had kids that Bhagyam loved from the very beginning. In fact, she also had to share her mother’s milk with one of her sister’s kids due to her sister’s illness. Now maybe soon after today’s prime event of her life, Bhagyam would be a mother too. But she had to wait, for she had to attain puberty to conceive a child.

Three years after marriage, as Bhagyam blossomed into a lady, was all packed and ready to leave for her husband’s place. She looked beautiful, her heart filled with so much expectations, anxiety and all the emotions at the same time. It was soon after she reached her husband’s home, her dreams came crashing down. Her husband’s family didn’t want a bride who could love and nurture the family, but a nurse who could take care of the ailing and dying man who was now, her husband. He was almost a decade elder to her, suffered from tuberculosis (untreatable at that time) and had only few months, maybe a year or two to live in this mortal world. She was devastated and baffled by the challenge life had thrown at her, yet her loving heart made a resolve to care and support the man who needed her at this juncture.

Within a year, Bhagyam became a widow and it was only then, her parents realized their terrible mistake of getting her married and brought her back home. Despite feeling dejected, Bhagyam now looked forward to raise her elder sister’s kids who were left to be raised at her place now.

At 15, Bhagyam now learnt tailoring and other life skills that helped her earn some revenue for her family that consisted of her parents, her sisters and the kids. She unconditionally loved her sisters and their happiness meant world to her. Affectionately the children called her ‘CHITTHI’, meaning Aunt which kind of stuck to her personality till the very end. Chitthi was a living embodiment of love, sacrifice, truth, warmth, care and all those positive attributes one could ever find in the dictionary. Chitthi now was around 30 years, when my Nani – Chitthi’s younger sister – got married. Soon, my Nani had 3 kids (one of them being my mumma), who too addressed Bhagyam as Chitthi and that’s how eventually everyone addressed her as Chitthi.

In the few years, Chitthi was known for her caring and selfless attitude in the vicinity. Her advice mattered, her solutions worked and her unbiased love was sought by all. She spent every penny earned on her elder sister’s kids, as they had lost both their parents. She loved them dearly and their needs became her primary motive for her survival. She was also equally loved and respected by her in-laws and their extended family.

Very soon, her elder sister’s children had a family of their own and they had all begun a new, enthralling life. Their preferences changed and all their decisions involved their family, leaving Chitthi out of it. She was never jealous or deterred by the changing equations. My Nani and Chitthi are perfect soul mates, for each understood the unspoken, unheard conversations made by the heart.

Forty years later, my Chitthi, Nani, Nana and the children moved to Bombay. Chitthi’s circle grew here too, because of her ‘Never Say No To Anyone’ nature. She gave her 100% effort in all the situations, she respected people for what they were, without ever expecting anything in return.

My mother got married and had me in an year. Chitthi was my mom’s masseur, my care taker and more than a mother figure to my Amma. With both my parents working, Chitthi, Nani, Nana and Mama were always there for me. Through my life, if chitthi had been away from me, it was always because she was called to help, guide or babysit either by Chitthi’s extended family, or by my Badi-Ma, or even by my father’s extended family. Chitthi was there to pick me up from my kindergarten, carrying me on her hips till we reached home. Chitthi was there to feed me every morsel, she exactly knew what I liked and disliked. She was there to play with me and she even stitched me many of my iconic dresses. She was my very own fashion designer. In few years, as I reached my teens, she was my go-to person.

She loved me unconditionally and always gave away to my whims and fancies. At times, I also argued with her, questioning many traditional beliefs and she would always answer every question patiently. We had a gala time in the afternoons that comprised of her narrating the stories from her past, talking about her ups and downs, etc. Many times, me and Nani would also indulge in watching movies or cooking up savories and delicacies with her.

It was 2011, my Chitthi was in her eighties when my cousin got married in Chennai and Chitthi chose to stay back with my badi-ma, as she was a widow and had to stay alone now. Chitthi missed us terribly and we missed her too. But Chitthi had always preferred to help the ones, who needed it most rather than her own preferences.

In early 2014, Chitthi came back to Mumbai with a sole determination to attend my wedding. Her health condition looked worse, she had told me and nani that she wished to stay with us in Mumbai and didn’t want to return to Chennai. We agreed and assured her that she shall be with us and I spent some memorable times with her. It was my Nani’s and Chitthi’s sole dream to see me in the wedding attire, to beam with pride and joy to see their dear girl married. I got married on the 2nd February and they were beyond elation. Days passed and on 15th February, Chitthi felt weak unable to get up from her bed. Doctor was called and he informed the family that it was almost time.

Unaware of all this, I was taking one step at a time in getting familiar with the new home, people and surroundings. As per the ritual, me and hubby were to visit my place on Friday, 21st February and I was eagerly waiting for it. However my parents spoke to my in-laws to enquire if we could visit a day earlier and I was overjoyed. Upon reaching, I was shocked and disheartened to see my lovable Chitthi lying almost lifeless, just breathing without the aura she had carried in her. However, when my mom informed her that me and my hubby had come, she raised her hand and blessed us for a good future. She even remembered my husband’s name. I was devastated to see her in that state and wanted to stay back to nurse her back to health. Unfortunately, I had a job interview the next day and we had to return to my husband’s place.

Next day, as I went for the interview, my chitthi passed away peacefully, leaving us all shattered. Unfortunately, as per the rituals, being a new bride, I was not allowed to take a last look at her serene face, her mortal body. I hate those rituals and regret having not rebelled at it, had I done that I would have taken one last look at her.

Later, I was told that she had actually held her life together to attend my wedding and that of her husband’s distant relative. She kept on asking if the wedding was over and only after both the weddings she went on to being immortal.

So, for me, CHITTHI always symbolizes love, she is the candle who can spread light for others by burning herself. She never felt that she had to sacrifice. She found joy in giving and in her giving, the people around her thrived. She was childless, but she had lots of children to call her own. She never became a mother, but was more than a mother figure to all, especially to my amma and mama.

She was my CHITTHI! She was the most purest form of selfless love I had ever seen!

She is the love that I would always seek!
She is the love that I want my children to be!
She is the love that I wish I could be!
She is the love that the world should be!


For you taught me the meaning of LOVE i.e. GIVING


We’re a bunch of 30 writers across the globe, coming to you with 30 different pieces on Love. In the month of February, we will be celebrating different colors of love, together in our own ways. This blog post is my entry to the blog hop. This blog post is a part of the Petals of Love Blog Hop hosted by Swarnali Nath

46 thoughts

  1. Dear Amritha, I am shaken, speechless and awestruck after reading your post. This is such a big story to live by. Chitthi is our inspiration. You should write a book on her life, as Chitthi’s biography. What could be a better gift to such a kind soul who lived on earth with a noble mission in life, and who would be a better writer to write the biography than you, her dear girl? You should think about it. I can feel the happiness and pain you have gone through in the phase of writing this delicately beautiful piece. I can smell Chitthi all along the story. I bow to her and send my pranam to her, wherever she is now. I seek her blessings to live such a profound life by the aim of giving, loving and healing. She is an epitome of love, empathy, kindness, strength and power. Thank you so much for joining us in the blog hop dear, and gifting us such a brilliant piece on love. I am grateful to you. Best wishes dear. 💐💐❤❤

  2. Never I thought that reading a blog post could get someone to tears. Such an inspiration!! I may be short of words to discribe. Having such great soul is truly a blessing

    1. I agree. Wasn’t expecting such a poignant story on a blog. And what a beautiful perspective towards love!

  3. There can be no better way to express this emotion than the magic of words. Thank you so much for taking us through this personalized journey and it was spell bounding the way you expressed everything so purely and beautifully.

  4. This was a beautiful ode to Chitti, my regards and love for the grand serene soul, that she was!! Very rarely we happen to find people around us, who live selfless lives dedicated to others, servicing helpful and needy till their last breath. You’re lucky to have known her so closely and been showered by her blessings! Great post that redefined love for me!

  5. This is really sad that our Indian society still have many social evils ranging from childhood marriage to keep away widows from auspicious occasions. chitti;s life is full with many incidences where she has proved that she is a real life star who can fight with any odds of life with full courage. I felt really sad about you, when you would not be able to see her at last time. I had an emotional experience while reading your post dear Amrita and I am sure you must have same while writing this.

  6. This had me in tears and what a beautiful tribute to Chitti and such unsung heroes that hold the family together like a glue inspite of suffering within and always prioritising others . A beautiful penned piece !

  7. I was moved to tears reading your wonderful description of Chithi. Such an amazing person and such an amazing life she lived. Your writing reflected the love you have for her. A very beautiful piece indeed
    Deepika Sharma

  8. The story of loving lady Chitti left me teary eyes Amritha. After facing so many hardships in life how can someone managed to stay calm, so loving by nature, so patient. From now onwards Chitti will remain alive not in your’s only but in our memory also. Chitti a soul that taught us the real definition of unconditional love. Sometime our Hindu rituals are so rude on us, that prevent our presence to say a final goodbye to the lovable ones.

  9. What a beautiful piece introducing a REAL epitome of love, your CHITTI!! Now, even the thoughts of such a compassionate soul fills my heart with utmost respect and love. Thanks for sharing such heart-felt journey of an embodiment of pure love.

  10. This hurt, to be honest. The love in this from her is so pure and strong .. This is a beautiful way to showcase her… An article that will keep her alive in everyone’s eyes.

  11. This is such a beautiful tribute to your Chitthi, Amritha. Everyone who knew her in her lifetime is lucky to have experienced her love. Love for each of us is often defined by certain special people in our lives, like your Chitthi, who has relentlessly given her all for the happiness of others. Thankyou for this soulful read. ♥️

  12. What a beautiful and heart touching tribute! Thank you so much for sharing the story of your chitthi..a wonderful angelic soul! We need such souls in this chaotic, selfish world. You are blessed to have received her love ♥️

  13. Through Chitti you introduced what selfless love mean. Such serene and dedicated souls are rare to find. She truly was epitome of love and sacrifice. Bow to that great lady. Beautiful piece .

  14. Such an inspiring lady Chitthi was..an embodiment of sacrifice and love. This was such a heartfelt post. You would be so proud of her.

  15. i missed my nani the most who was living embodiment of love herself. your story made me miss her a lot. in 4 days it will be her death anniversary. what a coincidence it is that i read your post today.

  16. I got emotional as I read this as it reminded me of my Nani. Chitthi was an amazing lady and though her absence is sure to leave a glaring hole in your lives, her radiating presence will surely keep it enlightened. Never feel sad, she’s watching over you and blessing every single moment. Lucky you!

  17. Amritha you are an incredible writer ❤ I am falling short of words to tell you how much touched I am after knowing Chitthi. A long comment is not enough to express my feelings. I am into tears and Chitthi will remain in thoughts forever

  18. Gosh. So emotional. Sadly, some people depend on one person’s selflessness to be together or survive. It’s not only in India. But other places too. Of course, here the sacrificing is on another level because some of our Indian men think they were born kings.

  19. Wow. What a beautiful rendition. This is the best tribute to your chitthi. She is a pure soul. We say that motherhood is what makes a woman complete but to give birth to children through the heart is the most divine feeling.

  20. its a blessing to have such a loving soul amidst you.this is a beautiful tribute, loved reading so many facets your Chitti’s life.

  21. This is one piece of article which made me cry. Such a beautiful soul, just loved this amazing woman who is filled with love and ready to give only!!

  22. How beautifully you’ve written Chitthi’s life, sacrifice, spirit and love. It’s like I’m reading a good fiction. She might be a great inspiration for women.

  23. What a beautiful soul! She lived her life for others and must have suffered hardships at a tender age without complain or bitterness. Such guiding lights make every life they touch beautiful

  24. With Chitti you have shared the meaning of selfless love . We definitely need such beautiful souls in the selfish world . Wonderful write up.

  25. That is such a touching story. loved every bit of it. At times such people come in your life like blessings of your previous births.. Lucky that you had Chitti.

  26. Have never read such a beautiful tribute on a blog. It had me in tears. You are so lucky to have received her blessings.

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