Mapping the way

My son taught me to use google map to reach his school today. It was fun to see every street get named..the green and red lines and the voiceover guiding us.

In the evening as my lucky mascot came back from Office I made that phone call. I wish.to make s come back on work front. I want to do something. I am taking one step at a time.

You

The signs you leave
Like the pebbles for me
To trace my path ahead

The only white pegion
In the gray group of birds
That is you

The big eyes
Small mouth yet
To speak any word
Tells a whole story

That story of fall
And the leap of faith is you 

Softie the weed

My kids see the disciplined lawns and flowers of our complex garden everyday. Flowers in a row, lawns that get a cut every day. Flowers are beautiful anyway..but as my six year old ran, he noticed a tall soft weed standing out , waving it's unkempt head freely.

His eyes shined . what plant is this! 

It's a weed. His little finger ran across the soft weed's head." Softie my new garden friend. Can I take it home? I told him we should leave it here ..maybe with its seeds it might get a family.

What if it gets cut..I will never meet it again. Finally we touched the weed a final goodbye. For next many days my kids looked for softie...

Then one day we were on a holiday.. We were exploring the Pune university.. The place their mother studied once. At one place my son c!imbed up a wall..beyond lay the softie...millions of them. He jumped and ran his  hand on the weeds heads.