Idling Around
Starry Nights
I have often been fascinated by stars. Often I have tried to look up and figure out constellations, like those neatly drawn by Annie. I take a look at the paper in which constellations are drawn, the torch light hits lightly on the worn out paper. The next thing I do is swing my hand up and try to find the sapta rishi , in the light of my pen torch. And I laugh.
In my laughter, Papa's laugh rings in.
daddy dearest,
your little girl, is still little
so keep your shoulders strong
and take her for a piggy ride
when she comes home !
Rhymes
Whenever I see little kids, I think of rhymes. What were the rhymes that I sung when I was a kid. What were the poems, daddy taught us? I wonder, and I close my eyes and I see lovely little kids rushing home to mumma and daddy.
Utsho
There is a little boy I was meaning to talk about. His name is Utsho. He is slightly different from other little boys that I have met. Shy, recluse and intelligent looking boy. He will chant Gayatri Mantra, and he is just four. Instead of dolls, he will put Radha Krishna on his swing and play with Gods. And he calls me Aunty.
He reminds me of someone... Of Annie perhaps. the little four year old, reminds me of Annie. Sometimes in life you make a friend, you can be friends with... like a person to person.
like Annie to Vid, or may be like Utsho to Aunty!
