It's back.. the smile that kept us going through many ordeals...it's back after five weeks in hospital wards, and operation theatres and more such places, and even if nanhe is a little tired and a little thinner, the smile is beaming and larger than ever..
You guessed right, nanhe is back in his tiny home, not larger than a dining table but huge when it comes to happy thoughts and positive energies.. True he still needs an operation but that is later..
The few minutes we spent with him and his radiant family were some of the most beautiful ones I have known for long.. Nanhe just hugged me and nodded his head at everything I said; he just had one request: to come back to pwhy! So he will, from Monday onwards..
I sat and watched, through blurred eyes, this brave little family: the mother who never gave up and patiently and tenderly tended to her frail cherub.. Mamta the 16 year old sister who held the fort while mama was away and even ran the vegetable cart.. the bewildered granny who had come from the village to help her brave widowed daughter... what a bautiful picture they made cluttered in the room where there was no place to breathe..
How blessed we were to be with them.. and I am sure Chauncey Olcott & George Graff, Jr. will forgive me if I substitute a few words and share with you their famous song: when Irish eyes are smiling:
When nanhe's eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of nanhe's laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When nanhe's heart is happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when nanhe's eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.