For my daughter and her great grand father

My daughter came home from school the other day with a tiny box in her even tinier hands. She held that box with reverence and asked me to close my eyes, because she had a surprise. So I did. She opened the box and there was a very beautiful butterfly inside. Dead.

Meera told me in all her innocence, her sparkling blue-grey eyes filled with hope  – Mama, lets take her to the hospital and then the doctor will fix her and make her alive again…and then her beautiful colours can fly. My daughter at almost five is very articulate. Needless to say, I had the unhappy task of telling her that once something/someone dies, they can’t come back. They go to heaven and are always happy.

This kettle is inspired by her. I hope my daughter  (and son) always have blue skies and colourful wings to soar with….



…and for Nanaji- you just added a lot of happiness and colour to heaven!!  Do say hi to Haritha for me 🙂

7 thoughts on “For my daughter and her great grand father

  1. Latika says:

    (o:…the colours r vibrant in ur life, the family I know so specially and ur work. Walking hand in hand! May it always be so..!

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