I gazed at him, scared even to close my eyelids for a minute, his form relaxed and unguarded in sleep. I smoothed those eyebrows that had frowned at my daughter a couple of hours ago. My fingers traced the aristocratic nose and travelled down to the lips that had curled up in a smile. I wanted to share his dream, a yen to know what had broughtfly away the smile to his lips, those lips that bestows me with kisses when I least expect. He turned over and threw an arm around me, the same hand that holds my life, the same hand that wipes my tears. I hugged him tightly to me and never wanted to let go, but I knew that the day is not far away when he is going to fly away from my arms, he is not going to stay in my arms forever….My son.

Kavini

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