The Heartbreaker

You are my little dew drop dangling on the blade’s edge.
You are my little piece of sunshine on this gloomy overcast day.

I think it is because you are so tiny and easy to pick up, but mostly because of the way you tuck your head between my head and shoulder while your eyes linger as you watch the lizard on the wall. I keep thinking up of new monkey tricks to make you laugh that uncontrollable laugh. I tickle your belly or hide behind corners waiting to pop up in your face. Boo! Also I show you the first book you have ever seen. You don’t even know how to turn pages but still know how to recognise Kaka and Meow and Kozhi and nai. Woof woof. Bow bow. Meow meow.

Miniature Vasanta who is the nervous new baii at our house comes with a miniature baby. While she washes and wipes I babysit. The babysitter entertains the dewdrop-sunshine babysitee who never fails to reduce the sitter’s heart to a gooey gunky mush. Just when the said sitter thinks she has earned the baby’s love and respect she begins yowling. Ammmaaaa Ammmaaa Ammmaaa. The above mentioned gooey gunky heart flutters pitifully and the sitter again resorts to cheap circus tricks to regain the child’s affections.
BOO! MEOW! OINK!