” My girl…”, I grin as I get a photo of my teenager , next to me. The younger one, the photographer, expressed her heart felt appreciation for both the pose and the affection, with a single pertinent comment:
It was neither short nor long,
Neither too petulant nor too syrupy,
It was a simple emotion
Emerging from within the heart’s depths.
My elder one laughs:” Amma, as perfect as Satyajit Ray’ s PatolBabu Film star: Remember that “Oh” of PatolBabu when he knocked against the hero. That same anguish and pain, with a good dose of disgust and exasperation.”
” By the way, you remind me of a purple squab,” she says.
Neither I nor my little one know the meaning.
” Roast pigeon Mom…having toasted herself in front of the heater the whole day…”
Suddenly I sympathise with the ” Ugghh!”
My little girl declares suddenly, ” I will pray.”
” For what?” I ask, astonished.
” That she gets her University and leaves soon. Ugghh…”
And that, I conclude , is how certain kids get into Universities. On the wings of prayers of many loving souls!!!