This will be a series of posts on one topic- Love. It expresses as gratitude for all the beautiful beings who have contributed to my becoming aware of my own spiritual self while being integrated with each others' souls- intrinsically connected.
My sister recently posted on facebook, an adorable picture of my eldest sitting in his toy car and smiling at the power he wielded at the wheel. Millions of such snapshopts are enshrined in my heart as the cells in my body are born, grown and destroyed, while transferring these "memories" in a silent but unbroken sequence.
Will these memories become jumbled and incoherent in the future? I do not know. But for now, they are crystal and shimmering. I remember the moment that photo was taken. The presence of my sister in the room in her yellow dress. The pale peach carpet on the rented floor. The green and yellow plastic car, a gift from Vinay Kumar uncle for Krishnan's 1st birthday.
That glowing child in that shiny car blessed us by making us parents. He was a big baby, heavy but easy to handle as we weren't worried about crushing him or dislocating a bone. He made my parents, grandparents; my sister, an aunt (she would debate that saying -little mom :)!); my brother, an uncle; my sister-in-law, a proud aunt (she was waiting to pass on her daughter's crib and clothes and toys for the wee one she was awaiting for 8 years- from the birth of her child, hoping that her brother would get married and have a child soon!).
Today, when I see him come home from university, a young man sure about what he wants to do, with shadows of that smile shining forth once in a while, brightening his world and ours when it breaks past his studious gravity, I know this precious being came into our lives to make even a dreary winter day, a warm, beautiful day of love.
