BULBUL AND HER PRANKS

Every morning I await the arrival of Bulbul upstairs. Her innocent smile is enough to make our day. It is only when one is watching her that one realises how much one missed enjoying the growing up years of our own children. The small noises, the little cries all makes us feel what we had missed in the past. Bulbul has become the acme o four existence these days so much so that we feel odd when she isn't around. We are really going to miss her when she leaves. It must have been the same for parents too when they too had to part with their grand children once they returned with their parents. I can sese see the plight now that I too am in that state. The wheel has really come around.