” She is hardly six years old. But will not give off her pursuit half way. Her voice could at last surface out: “What
is suffering from ailment, yes?” enquires daughter.
“Yes, my child,” she sits holding her breath feari
ng what elseshe would ask.
“It would cure
, don’t worry,” says the daughter.
She felt vivified. “Will it get cured
“Certainly will get cured.”Saying “
, she pulls the daughter into her lap. Shehugs her tightly. Overawed by joy, her body shuddered with
horripilation. At once, her breasts swell up with milk. Her eyesfill with tears. Blouse wets. Tears overflow.
She anxiously asks her daughter, “Would it
” Overjoyed, she closes her eyes. Boundaries blur.
Limits melt. Eyelids swamp in tears. Whole world becomes astorehouse of water. In it there appears a banyan leaf. And onit, lies a small child. As she opens her eyes, the child on the bedappears like
Pet way of addressing a young kid in the family.
A way of calling a girl child, with overtone of affection.
Lord Krishna lying on the banayan-leaf in a pond.