Namita...
Her little chest crushing against mine, head bobbing from my shoulders, eyes peering this way-then that, she stares in smiling intensity at patterns indiscernible to world weary eyes like mine.
A yawn escapes, she rests her cheeks on my shoulders and I get the goose bumps even as she drifts, ever so gently, into some languid sleep.
I rock her to and fro, sing made up lullabies, walk across to the balcony, open the faucet and the sudden hiss of cold water startles her awake; beaming, she breaks into a smile so wide, this everyday moment transforms into surreal contentment.
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birdonthewire) wrote,
groggy
