Tears are Beautiful

If you would call a place, with four walls, scattered clothes, dislocated things a room then I was sitting in my room. Gladinaa my 3 year old cute cousin was comfortably sitting in her mother’s lap slowly sneaked to my room, came right in front of me and I could hear her saying “vada”. She still remembers it which she ate the previous day. Gradually her request turned into an order and ended with a loud cry: “vathaa”. Without knowing what to do, I gave her a piece of ‘Jangery’. I very well knew that she would love it, but my assumption ended in smoke and the sweet landed right on my face. After a few seconds of silence we heard the loud cry again, saying “vathaa”. We all laughed looking at her innocence and her tears are beautiful.