9th December. Badamma's place, Hyderabad.
I am at badamma's place (badamma is mom's elder sister) for two days. Badamma has no kids at her home (as both my cousins stay in other cities- Chennai and Brisbane). She was really happy to see me.
Have been talking and more than talking, I have been listening to badamma. I see this joy in her eyes when she talks about Yaseen (her grandson).
Today, in the morning we got this cute piece of news that Yaseen has got into class 1. So, she's damn happy.
Yaseen lives at a place, which is miles away from here; he is just 5. I am sure hedoesn't even know that someone in India loves him so much. As he would grow up, may be then he would get to know.
Badamma is making kheer for celebrating Yaseen's 'success'.
Love is an amazing thing. the one who gives it is happier than the one who gets it. I think it is one of those very few things in which the one who gives ends up happier.
This is what is God, or the POWER, or whatever you call it...it is LOVE.
Oh I can smell the kheer. Smells amazing!
Congratulations Yaseen :)