By: Sharon Supriya
Joanna loveeeees rain. When she saw little drops of water dressing the road she was out of the house, out of the gate and on the road in seconds. She put her hands high, smiled widely and stood beneath the drizzles.
And what was I doing... as usual excited by her action just ran behind her to capture the moment.
Joanna, all the time ensures to knock at my childhood memories and relive it everyday. How I love her. Muahhhh! baby.
She was born in monsoon season, as a baby she was stunned at the sound of thunder. She would look at me with her big eyes, as if to ask me "what the hell was that now?" I would hold her to my chest and say, "Jo, did you just listen to that, its party time, angels are playing some awesome drums", and start singing aloud. She would hold me tight, giggle and snuggle, but still with her wide open eyes, that didn't even blink.
For the past three years I have always been telling about those angels who love playing drums while the world keeps getting drenched in water. And now when she hears the thunder she runs to grab her toy drum or anything that beats with thud rhythm, plays it aloud and sings endlessly.

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ReplyDeleteJo ! Ur a special; wonderful child. U r d source of joy to our family
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