Bubbles

I was enjoying the sunny flashes shooting me, with a mug of coffee sitting beside my favorite window. I decided upon dusting the old attic in the lobby concluding it to be the best time out for this Sunday. I called my bro to help me with the tripod and finally dumped down a big carton of books with a lot of care (ooh god!!!! they are mom’s!!! She will smack me down if something is wrong with them). I cut the rassi fastened to it and started to dust, that’s a real great collection she had, and suddenly I found something very interesting amidst the books. That was my mom’s dairy, I was too curious to open it, but was doubtful about the authentication of the act I am going to commit. Alas!!! My inquisition motivated me to open the Dairy………
Those were the days when I was tickling her tummy. Every leaf of her dairy conveyed her expectations and deep sense of love for the little one she is brining into this new world. These words caught my instant attention….
“No one comprehends better than children do, no one feels the atmosphere more keenly and catches the nuances, all the insinuations in the air, or note those details that escape elders ...................... God give me the strength to nourish this little one to a “bouquet of beautiful thoughts”, to make my child sensible, strong and sympathetic and help me to make the baby understand the sense of purpose of it being here when needed to, help me to give the best out of my life to my little one.”
These were the simple expectations of a simple mother, it was the book of her dreams. It stuck me then if I were able to meet her expectations………….May be I need another sunny Sunday with another mug of coffee to brood over it. I closed the dairy, and started towards the kitchen to enjoy a warm hug.