Divya Janardhan
Growing up in the neighbourhood with Maya Aunty (as we endearingly called her) was an unforgettable experience all together. She knew me and my family since my childhood days. I can clearly remember her on her daily walk with her dear pet Bruno. She would smile warmly and wish everybody as Bruno would give an affectionate bark and wag his golden tail. Every Diwali, armed with a box of doodh pedas and a beaming smile, Maya Aunty would come to my home - an arrival much looked forward to by children and elders alike. It was she who encouraged me to write for the Rotary Club's newsletter – an experience that was very valuable during my days as a media student.
Maya Aunty always had a kind word for everyone and a demeanour that inspired goodwill. She stood up for pressing social causes but was humility personified…who could ever guess that she was the famous cartoonist who livened up the hard-news filled dailies!
For me, she will always be remembered as…Maya Aunty.
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