Loving family. Trusty, warm, comforting.
Sometimes, love may fail the moment, as with Babu or falter, as with Neha and Raju.
Family demand may clash with the emotional world of the child, their laughter tripped up by rules, shadowed by opinions, marred by rage or blocked by apathy.
Trust vanishes. Family loses promise.
Slow realisation dawns.
Love is nowhere.
Yet, love may take charge, as with Rajan and Sona.
Family moulds itself to hear the unspoken, to clarify the unclear. Honest conversation and laughter rule. Family holds promise.
Love is in process, in outcome.
Love is everywhere.
Many decades ago, Shobna chanced upon a book on research findings about babies. Babies learn to smile by mapping their face to their parents’, within days of birth. Soon they are mapping their bodies, making logical sequences and much more.
When she had a child of her own, she observed that not only was this true, but elders were well aware. That was why they maintained a peaceful atmosphere around the young. The infant makes connections, trying to understand the world. All the time. That’s how they develop a sense of control of their surroundings.
To understand a child’s mind, one has to be a child. They have to see the world anew, see each flower and every ant. All it needs is love.
Considering the important but hidden processes the mind is undergoing when news of violence against the young appeared through different channels, Shobna felt a need to tell the world to stop. To wait. To observe. Not to raise a hand. To love.
But it’s complicated. The meaning of love varies, sometimes confusion reigns.
Shobna is based in Mumbai. She worked as an HR professional for seventeen years before she began to write first a myth then the stories. The stories are gleaned from personal experience and observation and leave people to make their own connections.
It took long years to complete. There was much to tell.