A little routine.

The routine in unvarying. Whenever my daughter comes back from school, she calls out 'Hi Mamma..Where are you?" No matter which part of the house I am in, no matter what I am doing, I always , rush to her and hug her.

Her next question is predictable too.
'What have you made today?'
Sometimes it is chilli cheese toast, sometimes dosa, sometimes rotis and sometimes when I am too tired or to have been too busy to make anything special, it is just plain old Maggi noodles. (met with joyous screams of 'yay-it-is-maggi-today')

Then she asks me to sit with her, while she eats. And she narrates in the minutest detail, all that has happened at school.
I listen.
In silence.
Without interrupting, judging or saying a thing.

I see all that she describes.
I feel all that she has gone through.
I can experience her happiness, her disappointments, her little victories and her tiny miniscule failures.
I learn with her.
About people, about life, about the world.

She sometimes asks me for advice. I choose my words carefully.

And even though I have seen it all before, it is still new.
 

She is such a blessing, my not-so-little girl.

And through her, I sometimes live.

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