Sitting in the hospital today, I witness something so pure and so real. There was this young couple with a toddler , brought in for an MRI. A fairly harmless procedure, yes, but , maybe they were a little worried of what the results maybe.
The anesthesiologist took them along to sedate the little kid. All normal so far. After a couple of minutes they took the kid into the MRI room and the parents returned back to the waiting room.
As I sat across them, I heard a silent mumble, and looked around in the direction. The mother, a young lady in her mid 20s maybe, probably from a two tier town from one of the corners of our vast nation, with closed eyes and fingers intertwined in silent prayer, prayed in hushed tones to her deity and the million others, for the safety of her child, trying to hold on to precious tears while a drop or two escaped from the corners of her eyes.
The truest form of affection, and purest form of prayer.
Can’t explain the relief and smiles on the parents faces when the little boy was out and about in their arms again, smiling, regaining consciousness from the anaesthetics.
Reminds you of home, reminds of the people who feel like home. People who turn where you are into home. Parents, siblings, your partner.
As long as they feel
How you do
Without haven’t spoken a breath
As long as they know
What you desire
Without a hint in your eye
As long as they are
with you without any
Returns to expect
As long as your happiness
Lights up their life
And your tears
Bring only but turmoil
These are the people to hold
Embrace
And never let go
The Naviator 
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