Twenty two :)

On the long bus ride back from Yelahanka today I saw a child.
He was sitting on his mother's lap and looking out from the window.
He may have been a year old.

Suddenly, the incredible processes of birthing struck me.
How a beating heart emerges.Pumping. Tender. Soft.

How Love conquers.

How the elixir that is life continues to leave her legacy behind.

I was reminded of my Mummy. Pappa.
I became mindful of my breathing.
I got off the bus at my stop.
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I turned 22.
Two hours ago.

I raise a toast to Mummy and Pappa: for blessing me with this incredible gift that is Life!
* Clink clink.