On July 5 my baby came with me
from his maternal grandfather’s home. For two months he stayed with me. He
matured a little and today he boarded the train to go to his
grandfather’s. In these days he had
learnt to smile at me. He would jump towards me when I spread my hands to catch
him. He seemed very special to me because I was, of course, his father. His
toothless laughs, softness of body, incoherent words and milky smell of his
mouth would inspire me to care for his comfort. His presence was a real joy for
me because I would become a big child with him.
He could not express his feelings
in words but he had other ways of expressing his needs and feelings. The baby
had a characteristic cry when he demanded for mother’s milk. Looking straight
to his mother with tearing eyes he would cry very emphatically to feed him. His
expression of helplessness suddenly warranted adrenalin speed of activity among
us for his comfort. Sometimes in response to my cuddling he would make a long
shrill noise. His small smiles are solution to big problems of life.
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