Angels are for real

                                                   

There is this man. As much I could gather from others, his name is Akku. He is one of the helps available at the local market to offer their services in carrying the bags home after you are done with the buying. I am a regular to this market for last 6-7 years. And since I buy my week's store in a day, I often need the service of these helps.  Akku was my help one day about a couple of months ago. He is among those who have this deformity in their face with a corner of their lips snipped off and who cannot utter words but only make some sounds with heavy nasal overtone. It so happened that in the consecutive few weeks he happened to be the only help available. As He accompanied me on my way back from the market I found him guiding me on the road lest i tumble over something. I was overwhelmed and happy. It was winter and many of my husband's winter clothes were there at home, unused. I gave him some to wear. He took them delightfully. I was happy that he will have enough now to keep him warm in the fierce winter. 

In my following visits to the market I was happily surprised to find him right beside me the very moment I step in. He would not leave my side throughout my shopping, carrying the bags and guiding me throughout. I feel myself safe in his company and happy to be given so much priority and attention. Angels are all round us....u need to be lucky to see and perhaps identify one.  

Namesake

                                                  

   Was watching Kabuliwala today. The kid in the movie is my nick namesake. Mini was not the name given to me by my parents but by our Nanny. She stayed with us for 23 years. My parents called her 'pishi' (aunt) and for me she was 'thakuma' (grandmother). As my mother was a working woman we had her as our guardian all through our childhood. I am sure she had never even heard of Tagore let alone his works. But Mini she did christen me with much love and affection. And I had a fondness to be called that instead of Mitul my official nickname. Gradually I found that every one calls me Mini. Her affection for me was not only limited in naming me but also in pampering me by cooking the food I like for lunch much to the consternation of my siblings, who often were furious for such favouritism. It was a known fact in my family and among other relations that I was being spoiled by her. I remember the comfort and safety i felt in her soft and hoary arms. Some relations remain inexplicable and only those into it understand the dynamics. Kabuliwala today took me down memory lane and I realised being Mini myself was no less:)