Unconditional Bond Of Love

"Papa, I don't like monsoon", said Rohan. "Mom takes really long to come".

Ajay, standing next to the window, smiled compassionately. His eyes looked perturbed, longing for her glimpse. A while later, when it stopped raining, Ajay shouted in euphoric voice, "Mom arrived, Rohan."

And the little child, rushed towards window, leaving his world behind. First, he complained about the rainy season, to his mom and then started telling the day long story, from window itself. In great despondency, Ajay looked at Rohan and his tranquil gaze over that twinkling star, which was shining, from far, brightly over her son.