Devdutt

Adopting a child at this stage of life, she was dead against it. Both my sons tried their best in convincing her. Even though I was in line with them, but the final veto was with her. It was her domain. And at regular intervals, we used to try to mould her, sometimes playing the emotional card. But she was unbudged from her stance.

Meanwhile, Milind my elder son got selected for his MBA and would have to shift to Ahmedabad. It's a two-year residential course. She was very happy with his success, but like any other Maa, was trying to make herself strong enough to keep a brave face. Two years away from her.

But then all of a sudden there comes a twist in our life. He was just 45 days old and had to be readopted. There were some issues, they were looking for someone who could adopt him immediately. Now her motherhood had overcome her earlier mindset. All of us decided immediately to adopt him.

It was 1st April 2019, we bring him to his new home. He allowed us to adopt him and to become our new family member. A cute kid, just shy of 50 days, born on 14th February, our valentine had come into our life. Suddenly life took a new turn, for all of us. The focal point of life shifted. A mother of two grownup sons was trying to readjust herself, to take care of him. The monk who had left his lucrative job to start his new venture and was searching for a peaceful life suddenly got a new lease of life. The mundane synonyms of life were displaced by the beautiful meanings of life. The day now starts with him and ends with him. The return evening homebound journey of a physically tired man has become eventful, eagerly waiting to reach home to see him, to cuddle him, and be rejuvenated for his evening walk and maybe for a car ride.

He is the centre of attraction for all of us. Sometimes in a lighter tone Siddhi, my younger son, complaints that he gets more attention. My Maa also complaints that I talk more about my 3rd son during my daily conversation with her. Yes, I agree, Sipra has become a super mom. The entire housekeeping has been redesigned as per his activities. The scratch marked furniture doesn't irritate me. She has lost count of clothes that bear the burnt of his playful activities. The punishment for his mischievous activities is diluted by his smartly adjusted innocent face. He makes us tired, but parental satisfaction keeps us going.

He is a Devdutt for us, an angel, a messenger of love, God has sent him at a time when I was looking for salvation in my life. He has restored my faith in God's creations. I could visualise the glimpse of gratefulness on the face of Yudhishthir when he reached at the heaven's door with his only partner, who accompanied him throughout the tough and treacherous journey. He has redefined the meaning of my life.

Joules, thanks for your august presence in my life.