Dearest Team Mate

It's amazing how you have handled her in her sickness.

She trusts you...she loves you...she can't do without you.

I know the years you both have spent together hasn't been very pleasant.

But you both stuck by each other.

She feels safe with you.

You are her punching bag.

I know it hurts you but I even know how much you love her.

You care so much.

You are so patient.

You have balanced our lives.

And at the end of everyday you smile.

We have not always got along,

But we've had our share of great times together.

Today we are a team.

And I love being your team mate.

I love you.

I have seldom felt and told you.

But I love you more and I love her too a lot

Things may change.

Time will change it.

But I know we will always be a team.

A family.

The Swing

This reminds me of...

How peaceful it used to be when I used to sit on the swing..

How beautiful it felt when I closed my eyes and I pushed myself up above the ground imagining that I was flying..

Those days where I had so much time to play..

The fights I had to just get the swing..

The fall I had from the swing and I was held and caressed by my mother..

The circles made intertwining the iron chains and getting giddy after that..

The challenges taken of who jumped the furthest from the swing..

The girl talks about toys and boys..

The time that singing and swinging was so much fun..

The wait for the evening to just go and swing..

This picture was taken at Priya's garden.