So, I headed towards Mahabs (Mahabalipuram aka Mamallapuram) stealing time out of my weekend trip to Chennai. Mahabs a port city during the reign of Pallavas and it is also believed that it served as a school for young sculptors. There must be some veracity in that belief; Huge reliefs, beautifully carved sculptures, monolithic rathas and majestic temples are strewn across the small town handsomely making a walk through the town on foot an absolute joy. But this post is not about Mahabs but about a very lovable incident that happened there.
A friend’s friend (whom I was meeting for the first time) stays in Mahabs and as he and his wife were going to Chennai they said they would drop me. Tired after a long day of sightseeing I was relieved to get a little rest at their home.
Their son Jay is an absolutely adorable kid, he has this playful spark in his charcoal eyes and a most delightful smile. We hit it off almost instantly.
We started reading an illustrative magazine together, he with the resolute curiosity so associated with kids discovered something new at every page and some of his enthusiasm rubbed into me too. As we finished the magazine, he was curious to know whether I was going to Chennai with his parents and when he came to know that I was, he immediately said “Don’t Go!”
Awwwww cho chweet.
I assured him that I’ll be back to see him some other time (which I actually plan to do some day.) but he didn’t look convinced.
I took out my camera to get his pictures but he wouldn’t stay still and insisted on taking my picture. I gingerly gave the camera to him and he did manage to click a picture of mine but with no head, but he was so pleased when we reviewed it together.
We amused yourself thus for quite sometime before it was time for me to go. His Mom and Dad were pampering Jay as they would be out the whole night and after getting a kiss from his Mom he looked smug.
It was time for me to say good-bye and as I patted him on his back “Love you.” he said as if it was the most natural thing to say; his Mom tut-tutted light-heartedly from behind. “Me too.” I replied, beaming at him.
Love is not so difficult to find after all. I keep telling my Mom that there is a celestial connection that makes me meet such lovely people. And incidents like this strengthen my belief even more.