Mornings - Melodies from skies.




"The driver won't take Leesa and the watchman in school too, so Megha you can't take her," Nancy's voice now going cold.
Megha's voice still had a song in her requests, the mornings were filled as usual with Megha asking Leesa to accompany her and Nancy refusing her till Megha actually boarded the bus. The culprit thought Nancy in a very funny way was Leesa too, the way she looked at her when her voice went cold on Megha.
The next hour passed in smiles and tears from the inner most depth of her being.
Megha was growing, changing, like a pure source, she was music to ears. She was developing amazing capacities for music.
"I know it Nancy, I see her, may be my dreams, may be those will be hers tomorrow, but the girl can sing." Biji sounded in a distant voice. Nancy was busy with the sweater, it was almost complete and before November Megha would have a fawn colored sweater same as Leesa's fur. Biji was half asleep and knew Nancy had already dreamt for Megha.
Nancy's imagination sometimes questioned God's gambling attributes and other times she used to remain in tears thanking God for Megha. The days and nights were all one, they were simply glorious.
The town planners were thinking of building a lake, the news paper head lines spoke about it and how then everybody could enjoy a full moon night by the lake. " Good for us, finally something constructive from our government Nancy," Biji sighed and gave the papers to Nancy,  "Biji maa what is lake?" asked Megha.
"You, my child, you are a lake." replied Nancy.
"A big, very big puddle of water," laughed Biji looking at a very confused Megha, "Don't listen to Momma."
"Can we take Leesa there then?" Leesa too looked at Biji.
"yes, yes, yes," laughed Biji hugging Megha.


Past - It is all over your body.