From a house in silence and pain at the unexplainable thug they feel at heart when strikes them that Periappa isn't at home and around to a house that celebrates and looks formward to their new born...DII was like home and family.
How do i explain what i feel when i see the little devil smack her vald younger one
How do i explain what a hearty laugh i have ay the display of her jealousy
And how do i explain that warm and amazing air that sam brings along with her
How do i explain that pride and apanapan i feel when She speaks of dude
How do i explain the evil grin o have when appa speaks of how much he troubled his daughter
How do i explain the beauty in that reassurance i feel when amma and appa praise and ask for a girl child
How do i explain the way appa's care and love for sam and his madness for lasya touches my heart
And how exactly do i explain the protective anger i feel towards manya and her lack of compassion for DII or negligence
I think the only way to exolain these would be to tell you that when i read the story i am standing there
As appa or periappa or even II or manya or sometimes as dude or ranjan and the best is when im one of the kids or the unborn child and while something goes on around you...you are open to every tiny feeling... from tge pain of probable loss to the sting of a mosquito bite.
You live It all and feel it all and its a journey and not just an update.
Thanks for the tour nisha
PS : i love travelling... keep taking us on many
Also i cant drive...so dont mind it if i drop you in puddles while Yoi try take a ride in my reviews/posts...just pathetic vehical handeling skills
Thanks
Happy vijayadashami
