mother and child reunion

A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them wrote victor Hugo and yesterday after on whole year Utpal must have slept soundly.

It has been a long solitary journey for utpal and his mom, but they are both survivors.

It was also the first time in that the now legendary motley crowd that goes by the name of Utpal's parents was not there to fetch him. trusted Dharmendra bhaiyya was given the task of picking up utpal and delivering him and the little red bag to the portals of karm marg. Imagine my panic when I received a call telling me that the whole karm marg was away on a field trip and only the ducks, the dogs nd a three staff members were there. My immediate reaction was to ask that Utpal come back to me, but he knew that something special was to happen and once again acted with wisdom beyond his age as he befriended those present and told Dharmendra bhaiyya to leave.

Later a bag was delivered to my home. It contained Utpal's school clothes, his uniform and winter wear. I just held on to each that little bit longer as I emptied the bag missing his smile and babble.

As I write these words I do not know how the mother and child reunion went. I just foolishly spent the night kicking myself for not having put a sweater his bag.