creativity!

My toddler grand son is amazing us with acts which we least expected. He is adept with language and creates his words.He says" kani,kani balcony" kal,kal Cycle" "Kus kus abacus"
Normally we take him to pooja after his bath and ask him to say Jootha' (pranam).The other day he saw a flower on the pedstal and demanded that flower is given to him.when I gave him the flower he gave that back to me asking "chutko"( put it on the haed).After that he wanted to go to the pooja again and demanded for the green flower meaning Tulasi,when tulasi was given to him he called histhata and gave it to him.
When we walk in he garden he sees the falllen flowers picks them wants to put them back on the plant.Every day he adds an act that amazes and make us feel he is growing faster than we can see!

Nikshepa!

Nikshepa, I understand what we value most.Generally it is gold ,diamond ,property.But it can be apart of a picture ,a sweet word,a lovely gesture, a sway of a leaf. We need to be aware of what our Nikshepa is!. Anila,used to take morningwalks and get inspired.Everything she saw added joy.But something inside made her feel sad.May be she expected something from ones who were her world.She would wonder,if a plant can sway as you approach,why not the ones who think and act.She tried to initiate but that got her mechanical sway.The dent inside continued to bother.She thought and thought and realised the problem was in her.She decided to greet her way in the morning with warmth trying to see the spot of joy.She felt she had discoverd her Nikshepa.She realised there is nothing greater than Nature.Her heart appeared satisfied.

RHYTHM

A nice Saturday .The day break was breath taking.The balcony faces the east.TV program me presented great visuals of NARASIMHAVATHARA,but the eastern sky showed such flash of lightthe TV programme lost its glow.The day progressed and my toddler grand child came in.I was busy in my kitchen chores.I heard a soft devine voice telling"PATI,KAYI ANT ANT"( Meaning the hand is sticky).The scenerio took me away 50 years back.I recalled my first niece telling me," CHACHA AUNTY PALALE BICHI ONU".the girl nowhas teen age sons.I was baffled by the rhythm of time