There are some distinct memories you associate with some people in your life. I associate my Raji Periamma with summer vacations. My childhood memories brim with them. It’s a yearly ritual to stay ten days in my Periamma’s home in Sriperumbudur, right around the time of the world-famous Ramanujar temple annual festival. The otherwise quiet and quaint town brims with life during these ten days. The cement roads filled with bright white kolams, hundreds of bhajan groups dancing in tune to their mridangam (instrument)and jing-juks and proceeding to the grand temple, the mouth-watering aroma wafting from every home and Chathrams (rest houses) around.