I was born the son of a poor servant woman. My father had passed away when I was still very young and I don’t remember him at all. The only memories I have are those of my mother. After my father’s death, mother began to perform daily chores at the house of a Brahmin. I grew up in this house. My mother had to work all day. Washing the clothes, cleaning utensils etc were all part of her daily duties. I used to wander behind her in the house and help her with these tasks. This pleased my mother no end. She was extremely fond of me and used to tenderly shower me with affection. Being her only child she had high hopes from me. She believed that her son would grow up, get a suitable job and then marry. The daughter in law would provide her with all the happiness she required.
