The Joy of life

A surprise visit to my Parent was a selfish need to heal myself, to have her love and warmth around. The joy that I saw on her face was nothing less than that off a kid opening a gift wrapper to find a new toy.

What followed was pure motherhood, one mother enjoying the presence of her child and the other missing the presence of her child. My restlessness settled soon and got converted in pure bliss. Her small acts to pamper me, her excitement to cook for me, asking me about the dishes that she could make. Her checking on me if I was warm enough to sleep. Her wish to massage my head, place a bottle of warm water at bedside. Each act of her's made me live childhood. For hours to come I was just her daughter. I no longer felt the other roles that I played in life. 

The morning felt more fresh, the tiffin packed with love and excitement showed satisfaction on her face. While I was overjoyed to receive pocket money from her she was excited to pack some cookies for her grandson.

These were the moments filled with joy of life.

Hope you get to make the most of your life this weekend.  

Proud Daughter,

Manisha Dawar