My favorite photograph of Omma (my mother) reveals a petite woman in her thirties sporting a cute bob haircut, sitting in a rowboat. From what I remember about this grainy image from the 70s, Omma sits alone, her back facing the camera, but she clearly propels that small boat with nothing but her own strength, her arms lifting the oars enthusiastically in mid-air, as if to say, You better watch out.
