My children have come home for their vacation. This is the one month , I really look forward to , the month when the house becomes a home .
It feels nice, when the children remain adorably recognizable through life’s metamorphosis. While they can’t visit every now and then , due to geographical barriers and myriad demands of life, they call everyday. Unfailingly .
Sudha , my wife, is inexplicably happy too . Only she cant express it . Last year, the doctors had diagnosed her unbearable coat of “permanent frost “ as locked-in syndrome – a steadfastly stagnant malady. Sudha was an amazing singer. Sometimes, I long for her to call my name or to sing that favourite song of ours in her uniquely melodious voice.
Rohit ,our younger son , embraces his mother seated in her wheelchair . I read Sudha’s silent happiness in her blinking eyes .
Image courtesy : loniangraphics.