Nurungukal....2...contd...

             Our life became more meaning full after the arrival of the child. I felt a sort of elevation in my responsibilities. We were short of time as it became a habit to watch his movements for prolonged hours. In the initial days I was not even able to hold him in my hands. An unexpected twitch or kick by him was difficult for me to manage. He was not at all comfortable in the way I held him. While fondling him in bed , I became helpless when a sudden jet of salty urine hit my eyes. It was worse when he eased his bowel in a public transport. It was at these moments I knew how adept are the mothers in tackling such situations. In my official life I had some training to meet much more complicated situations. But I found that such tricks seldom worked when we have to tackle a child’s behaviours. I think even the CEO of a corporate body  has to take lesson from an illiterate woman on these matters.

                      There were moments of despair and helplessness when at the dead of the night the child became ill, followed by incessant agony and crying. Time never move forward on such occasions. When one become helpless we rest our faith in an unseen power. Many a time we had to depend on such believes.

              As we were about to be settled down in Chrompet I was transferred to take charge of a warehouse in Pondicherry. It was a jolt. I was not prepared to shift camp. But there was no way to avoid. Then followed the usual procedures,viz. finding an accommodation in the new place, packing,transportation etc. etc.......contd....