Nearing six pm. Five minutes to six. What's today menu? Nothing special. Grandma has prepared same menu for Naqib , rice porridge. From morning Naqib is taken care of by mama and ayah. Today is a public holiday , festive day for Hindus. So both mama and ayah take charge. I am resting today.
Naqib is so happy today . I tried once to cuddle him this morning without success. Not today. Why? I looked at Naqib to get the answer. But he is only seven months old. The parents smile happily.
I follow suit smiling so happy and give my loving kiss tenderly.
Grandma calling from downstair, from dining room. Food is ready.
Diner time for Naqib. Four of them in the dining room : grandma, mama, ayah and Naqib. I am still relaxing in my room upstairs. But the door is open. Although I am not with them I can guess what role each of them has to play. Feeding done by grandma, of course. Mama and ayah doing mimicking, raising hands, clapping and what sorts. Naqib? Yes ,depending on how interesting your actings are from his perspective.
This blog is dedicated to my grandchildren, present and future. They are my inspirations, my dreams and my strengths and are therefore my everything. Love from grandpa. This is a family blog, anyway. But I would be very much happier to share the contents with everyone who by chance visits this site. Of course I would appreciate comments, I mean the constructive comments, from everybody in whatever form they choose to express within the boundary of mutual respects. Thank you.
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