Angels, Stars 'n Dreams

Oh child! How, I would give anything... To know that it all worked out fine, To know that you are safe; To have what you had... Strength and grace to accept whatever life has to offer; A raw acceptance of life’s realities; Giving life your best; and, waving happily as you passed by this world; with a smile on your face. God bless you my little Kutty boy! May He rest your soul in peace. I think of you often and it’s with joy that I do. I see you waving my sweet angel; With you, I send... my love to all the angels up there; I miss you Kutty! Your Di. *PS - this post is a continuation from my ealier post 'Kutty boy and his 'amma'

The first time I met little ‘kutty’ was on one of my first weeks at work. I was still getting used to being away from home, staying by myself and most of all dealing with the issue I was working on. The days of my realization, that there was always atleast two sides to any story, was only beginning. It was at one of the clinics run by my organization, on a very ill famous street, that I met Kutty and his amma for the first time. His eyes stood out from his face, ofcourse they would, for his body was so thin and he was all bones, almost like he was out from a Somalian picture. Only difference being, it wasn’t hunger that brought him to this state but 'hiv'. My heart had almost stoped beating and what went through my mind the first few seconds, was absolute shock and numbness at the situation. Kutty was only 10 years old, but with the maturity of a boy of 20. I remember, the first time he held my hand and we walked down the street to find a taxi, that’s something I could never