Growing Up

When the first time I had laid eyes on her, she looked like a little plucked chicken…all red and shrivelled, swaddled in the folds of a soft blanket which I had washed repeatedly so that it becomes even more soft, if that was possible!! She was trying her best to open her eyes and get busy with the business of life. Years have passed and my “chicken li’l” has grown up. Oh yes, I still call her by that name. She’s always busy, picking here, pecking there…always, always on the move. Her hunger for living every moment is infectious, just as her smile. The room lights up when she smiles, or is it because of the brightness of her eyes? I don’t know, doesn’t really matter. I call her my sunshine. The big smile with which she wakes up makes my day. Her positivity and energy immediately spur me to move it and get on with it. Read more