And so we sing

I used to sing a great deal when I was younger. The bathroom heard many many attempts at imitating Lata Mangeshkar, Anuradha Paudwal and Alka Yagnik. And then, somehow, music became something that one listened to, and singing was a thing of the past, that reminded me of fun-filled school days.

Not anymore. Vocal chords are getting furious practice once again. Rhyme Time takes place Monday mornings at the library but we sing throughout the week. And we add new lyrics to old favorites and create new songs out of familiar tunes. We sing during bath time, we sing during play time, we sing during walk time and at bed time. And we sing and sing and sing, till the voice in my head goes:

Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream,
If you see a crocodile, don't forget to scream!

Row, row, row your boat gently to the shore,

If you see a lion, don't forget to roar!

Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream,

Pull the plug and watch your boat become a submarine!

The golden sun...

is upon us. Everyday, for the last week or so, has been drenched in it's yellow warmth. So we took this opportunity to take N out for his first rendez-vous with the grass below, the sky above, and the river literally a stone's throw away. And he went hyper with delight! Oh world! You do look lovely through the eyes of a baby!Actually, everything looks beautiful through the eyes of a baby. There are no unnecessary complications, from within or without. Food, play, sleep and loads of love - what more does a baby need? In fact, what more does anyone need?
Looks like all we really need is indeed love. After all these years of being a cynic, I think I am inclined to agree.