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I was born into a middle-class Tamil family in the island town of Rameswaram in the erstwhile Madras state. My father, Jainulabdeen, had neither much formal education nor much wealth. Despite these disadvantages, he possessed great innate wisdom and a tr generosity of spirit. He had an ideal helpmate in my mother Ashiamma. I do not recall the exact number of people she fed everyday, but I am quite certain that far more outsiders ate with us than all the members of our own family put together. My parents were widely regarded as an ideal couple. My mother's lineage was the more distinguished, one of her forebear having been bestowed the title of 'Bahadur by the British.

I was one of many children short boy with rather undistinguished looks, born to tall and handsome parents. We lived in our ancestral house, which was built in the middle of the 19th century. It was a fairly large pucca house, made of limestone and brick on the Mosque Street in Rameswaram. My austere father used to avoid all inessential comforts and luxuries However, all necessities were provided for, in terms of food, medicine or clothes ln

fact, I would say mine was a very secure childhood, both materially and emotionally I normally ate with my mother, sitting on the floor of the kitchen. She would place a pci banana leaf before me, on which she then ladled rice and aromatic sambhar, a variety of sharp

homemade pickles and a dollop of fresh coconut chutney. The famous Shiva Temple, which made Rameswaram so sacred to pilgrims, was about

a ten-minute walk from our house. Our locality was predominantly Muslim, but there were quite a few Hindu families too, living amicably with their Muslim neighbours. There was a very old mosque in our locality where my father would take me for evening prayers. I had not..
[13/12, 8:46 pm] Deepak Roy: the faintest idea of the meaning of the Arabic prayers chanted, but I was totally convinced that they reached God. When my father came out of the mosque after the prayers, people of different religions would be sitting outside, waiting for him. Many of them offered bowls of water to my father who would dip his fingertips in them and say prayer. This water was then carried home for invalids. I also remember people visiting our home to offer thanks after being cured. My father always smiled and asked them to thank Allah, the benevolent and merciful​

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