I have felt those little hands
touching me. When I was engrossed in reading my mails, I saw her, that Lilliputian
was crawling towards me.
I looked at her. Her little self
proudly announced her existence by thumping the hand on the cupboard, beside
which she stood.
I was fascinated to see that
little thing crouching and looking at me. The little hands have slowly taken
the shape of the small hands. She wore a little pink frock with lots of curls
around and her eyes were little bright pearls that were transfixed on me.
I looked at my screen and saw
that the mail was already again crowded with new mails. I looked at the screen
and just put the screen of the laptop down.
A lot of work has already been
done for the day. There is no use in working so much; I thought myself. The
pink lady stood behind the cupboard still thumping it with her hands. The
bangle made the sound louder and it caught my attention more vividly than I
have thought.
I put the laptop on the shelf and
got down the couch to touch those little fingers, those little feet and the
pink dress that adorn her to be more of a princess than a kid.
Slowly I slide down and looked at
her charmingly. She had some kind charismatic charm in her. At the back of the
mind there came thousands of words drooling down and there were little prayers
from my side. I am not much friendly with the kids, please help me , ”O
Lord..!!”
With very small steps she tried
to travel the space that lay between two of us. Tumbling and stumbling down she
came up to me.
I came more close to her slowly
and slowly. Her glittering eyes were full of zeal as she saw me coming to her. As
I came more and more closer to her I could smell the Johnson cream combined
with the Amul milk. It was so ravishing, so natural.
I bend over my knees and tried to
be at her height. She lost her balance at time but managed to come to me.
The closeness was such that I
could feel the heat of her breath touching my face. I took her on my lap and
watched her closely.
Her little fingers were not even
half of mine. The little nails seemed to grow so slow that it couldn’t cover
the tip of the finger. Her eyes smiled at me. Her little fingers touched my
hairs and nose and cheeks. I could feel the warmth that flew from her body to
mine.
I could say nothing while she
kept smiling at me. Two drops of salted water fell on her little hands. She
looked at my eyes. There was a strange softness that caused me to smile at her.
Her drooping eyes smiled again at
me. And I felt COMPLETE with her.
