I was amused to think that his mother is one of
the cousins who I remember carried in my hand, and now I bear another coming
out of her. The little boy just started to look at us, and staring into his
eyes is magical and mystical as we never know what goes into his mind or is he
really staring at us. He's precious and mind-blowing to keep away anything that
bothers us in his presence and enclosed by his tiny fingers for grasp feels
awesome.
I'm just looking out for words to define his
presence. I'm glad we live next door, so it was easy to watch him and bring him
home to play. She's my father's brother's daughter, and being her first
delivery, she was looked after by us according to the custom; she will be
staying with us for about five months. It excites me as I could see him growing
sometimes. The last time I came close with a kid was my other nephew, Barath,
who doesn't even care to meet me later, but my love for him will remain the
same. Then came my former neighbor's kid Achu, who visit us daily since we
lived in the same compound before they went on transfer.
The little boy sleeping on dad's lap |