Her Golden Heart

Dear Diary George,

I woke up quite late today morning. I can only hear the venders calling on to all residents. I am now waiting eagerly(like a puppy,as some say) for the lockdown to be over. I wish to see all those people whom I didn't for so long. I,with all my heart wish to meet Kamla Aunt who is a help at my parent's clinic. George,let me tell you some things about her. She is not literate but is educated. She has A very affectionate nature and always greets anyone and everyone with courtesy. She has got the brains. The way she combs my hair,no one else can. Few years back,when I was a kid,we both would play football for an hour or so in the verandah. While both mom and dad would be busy attending patients,she,everday took me to the park. There were we would climb on the swings and pluck mulberries. She would often make a whistle from the leaf of a tree which grew in the verandah. I often go for a stroll with her. I won't be able to have those fresh juicy sweet mulberries this year because by the time the isolation period will be over, the mulberry's season shall also be over. We have a rose plant( which gives orange roses with the most pleasant fragrance) which she tends with utmost care. She knows me inside out. Looking at my face, she can tell what I exactly want or what I am feeling at the moment. If I get a terrible cold she gives me tea. The tea she brews always makes my illness go away(she adds some herbs in the tea filled with her love). As I remember her, a cloud of thought wanders about in my mind. Some people, with their life, become so attached to us that they are more of a family member or much more. On the other hand, there are those who with their cruelty and deceitfulness squeeze out all amiable feelings that you have for them. George, this is the first time that I am not spending my holidays with her. I realize that she might not have a treasure chest of gold but she has the treasure of love which many of us don't. I know that she can't read this but I write this note as a tribute to all those like her who make us forget the destructive people and make us thank God. As soon as this lockdown is over, I will take you to her George....goodbye!