and then there are moments when i look on astounded at the meaning sanah is making of the world... when her memory, words, gestures, concepts all come together into one crystallised moment which is so mundane that one hardly registers it...but as a mother, you mull over it and as the layers reveal themselves , i am filled with awe and a deep reverence for the way a child grows.
she holds up her palm, punches -one, two, three, four, holds her palm to her ear.
hello... joote wala uncle...hello...tai ki chappal tut gayi hai...jaldi theek karna...ok?
it struck me that she had noticed that tai's slipper was broken yesterday and was very upset about it. i had taken her to a cobbler* three weeks back when her sandals had come apart. we sat at the edge of the road as he sewed the strap back on. the big needle, the deft fingers had her mesmerised. this morning she put the two things together and figured the solution to the problem as she saw it.
it struck me that her world had gone far beyond her own demands and needs. and she saw herself as a person capable of 'fixing' things.
she took the matter in her own hands, literally.
*the visit to the cobbler was also a response to the field trip to the super market that the school had organised. if she is shown the wonderful world of bright, shining, packaged goodies then she should see the magical world of the person who uses his/her hands to craft/repair/produce.