The Picture Below Is Picturesque

May 18, 2011 at 12:57 pm (Uncategorized)

And it signifies a deep bond in my life. It converses with me; reminding me about the many beautiful memories that happen to be about seventeen years old.

A seventeen year old- the child I helped bring up, as a child myself- took this picture a few months back in our home. She was sitting on our bed next to this window…

…and I love her to the last drop of blood that runs in my veins. My little sister- my child and my blood.

In a different country altogether, I don’t get to sleep with her now. But we used to ever since we were tiny. I’d crawl in her crib to play- to be with the new celebrity of our house; the smallest and cutest in our family. She grew up a little and couldn’t sleep in the dark without me. We’d make up stories about a land secret to us only, we’d stay up to talk about the books I’d read and everything that happened that day.

To this day we sleep together whenever we get a chance. I miss her. She comes to me like the daffodils did to Wordsworth….

I WANDER’D lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch’d in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed — and gazed — but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.




  1. Sarah said,


    You know i suffer from the 2nd grade syndrome. or the delinquent that hides how much they love their mom or other such cuteness.

  2. Mendaxxx said,

    Mothers aren’t afraid to confess that they love their kids 😉

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