The walk...

From my baby steps to my giant ones, walking is something I do a lot. I have stumbled, faltered, strayed but I’ve never lost sight of the path I want to walk on.There is always that unseen hand showing me the way, guiding me, making sure that i go forward.

I’ve learnt to walk behind my parents, trying to follow everything they do, trying my best to keep up with them. I’ve walked beside my sisters and friends, and enjoyed pain and happiness together. I walk side by side with the ones I love; sometimes stopping to smell the flowers, sometimes taking time to remove the thorns.

There was a time when I had to walk slowly in front of my little ones, waiting for them to catch up. Now I have to hurry, sometimes, for fear that I may not catch up with them.

Sometimes my path crosses those walked by others. Here, I've met many who have helped me and who have befriended me. Those are walks I do cherish! The steps have been firmer as the years roll on but I know that if I stumble there are ready pairs of hands to pull me up.

Isn’t it fortunate that I have found so many people to walk with, in my life?

A precious moment...
At the beach, my son said.."Look, amma look!" I turned to see him putting his feet inside our footprints left in the sand and he said, gleefully..'look! i almost fit in them'

So you do, my boy, so you do!

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