Kind affection
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We shifted our house last week. Yesterday we had been to that premises to invite all our neighbours for a pooja at our home. Only then we realized the attachment which all of them have with us, to be specific with our daughter.
There is a big street light just in front of our house. At night , during dinner time me and my daughter strolls outside and there we take dinner .. We talk about stars, moon , butterfly, birds, flowers etc. being with her, I realized the value of gifts which nature is providing us. We together look at the moon and adore her beauty. We will watch the stars twinkling ,and sing Twinkle Twinkle rhyme together. Also collect the flowers which has fallen down. Those yellow flowers would have made a flower bed. We watch the flowers falling and will try to hold those flowers before they fall down. In short, there will be noise when we are outside the house for dinner. May be at the end, my husband will also join us. We talk a bit when my daughter continue her play outside.
" Now as we had shifted our house, that place is deserted ". This is the response what we got when we revisited our neighbours there. I could feel the love they have for my baby. I was feelign satisfied also a bit jealous to see that someone is loving my daughter a bit more.
Thoughts about Sanju came to my mind immediately. Sanju was a little boy who used to stay in the neighbour hood of our house in Kerala. He was very fond of my amma and used to call her 'Mamma". Morning morning, he will be here in our house. Some or the other things he will demand and will be here. My amma was very happy to give him all those. She considered him as his son only. Horlicks milk was his favourite. Everyday one glass of milk was the quota.
Finding that their son likes horlicks, his parents bought him horlicks. But he never bothered to drink that. He wanted the horlicks milk from mamma. At last, his parents had to come to our hosue and keep that bottle here so that their son can drink it.
If the main gate is closed, he will stand there and shout. Mamma ..Mamma ..open the door. Such an innocent call, my amma used to rush and open the door for him. Some days he was so stubborn that he wanted to sleep with my amma also. So in the evening, he will come and sleep here in our house. Later, his mother used to come and take her sleeping child.
Now they have shifted the house and we are also here in bangalore. But whenever during some conversation, when we talk about sanju, I can see the love and affection my mother holds for that child in her eyes.
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