A CHILD'S PRAYER
A mother I met told me that she saw her little boy sitting in a corner of the room, saying " A-B-C-D-E-F-...."
"What are you doing?" she asked
"Mom, you told me I should pray, but I have never prayed in my life and I dont't know how. So I gave God the whle alphabet and asked him to make a good prayer of it."
Morning Walk
Six am - Two women in their salwar-kameez are out for their morning walk. As they walk, they talk about their important friendships: husbands, kids, coworkers. They occasionally touch each other's shoulders, stop, face each other and laugh. A sun-dried seventy-something man, wearing an orange sweater and monkey cap, walks by, smiles , and says, "You two look like you're doing ballet together." And so they are. As friends, they are dancing in synchrony: listening, encouraging, challenging each other.
And these two women are My mother Shobhana and her best friend Meera aunty (as I call her) And this is me, Shobhana's son's view of these two beautiful ladies, while they are on their morning walk in the garden near our residence. A son watches on her mother to catch those glimpses of joy on her face, to watch her animatedly describe her son's and daughter's exploits and sorrows - and share her heart with the sole person who can - her friend. Cheers to friendship.
( Inspired by an article in "In the Company of Friends".)
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