As an infant.....
During my early days,
lying there in the cradle, a concoction of baby lotion, baby cream and
undigested curdled milk could be smelled in the air everywhere around me. The
tiny bells hanging down the corners of my cradle making sound incessantly as
they were thumped by the breeze, forcing every molecule to reverb. These
commotions would bring smile on my petite face. Suddenly, something a sound so
bleak would bring back my ghostly fears as an infant, after listening to those
sounds, all I did was crying.
Then, a white pious figure ‘Ma’ would descend from heaven
and would hold me tightly, so that I could hide myself in her bosom ,singing
lullabies, a voice so calm, so pure, notes flowing like poetry. That surreal
serenade could even defy the beauty of the song by the morning lark .The
serenity of the song gently gave me away in the arms of sleep, taking away all
the fears.
As a child…….
All I could remember about my life as a child is being
tightly held by a beautiful figure draped in a red Kanjivaram sari. Those kohl
eyes, eyes expressing the world to me. Those eyelids held the hands of myriad
feelings in the form of tears. The veil on her head revealing the red
vermillion filled in between the partition of her long beautiful hair. The red
tint, sign of her marriage to my father. Those lips singing lullabies all night
to make me sleep. Those features accentuating such fine beauty. Now as a young
girl, I wish if I could have a pinch of the beauty you possess ‘Ma’.
Even after twenty years, you are still the one who holds me
tight in every situation. You are my perennial flow of affection, love and
every emotion, life has bestowed upon me. I could never forget that gentle
touch as pure as white which could soothe my heart every time.
