Little bundles of joy… those walk on two legs and sometimes haven’t yet learnt to. Crying their hearts out when mommy’s not around; rejoicing, making love to every other object they discover, when busy. They come in all shapes and sizes.
Cuddly, cute, even handsome- yesterday I spotted one, so very engrossed in his hysterical grief of the moment (mommy was away) that tears wouldn’t come, sound wouldn’t escape that toothless mouth held wide-open, dripping saliva… This one was bald, and not yet able to stand on its two tiny legs, but valiantly strived to, holding the next available person around.
And woe to the person who doesn’t attend to the little royalty when it needs all the attention in the world. A lollipop handed over to it, brought all the grief to sudden oblivion, and also the inspiration (or desperation) that had held it on its two tiny legs as curiosity took over. Thud! onto the ground, exploring this new object. It put it right into its mouth (the world is made of two kinds of things- eatable and not eatables). But lo! the wrong tip of the lollilop in the mouth, and the useless thing is flung away at high velocity.
Grief once more, and the valiant effort to stand up.
I checked on it after a few minutes, and it had its hand tightly clutched onto the mother’s ananchal, wobbling on its two tiny legs again, all smiles, inviting other people around him to play. All smiles and little words (I understood none, probably the mother did) celebrating the joy and happiness of life…
Imagine the joy holding the little one in the cradle of your arms. Sweet little baby.
