When we were growing up, one year and two-year old children were usually fed by their grandmoms.
No prams, no high chairs. The grandma would carry the child on her hip. In the other hand she would carry a stainless steel bowl, filled to the brim with mashed rice, dal (lentils), a dash of clarified butter and a portion of vegetable.
The grandma would walk about the courtyard of her house, with a chubby little baby on her hip, pointing out the blue sky, the swaying trees, the green leaves and the small ants going about their day.
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The ubiquitous crow never failed to entertain. Cawing in its raucous voice, the crow provided ample opportunity for the grandma to feed the child, whose mouth would be open in wonder at all these small marvels and miracles of nature.
The postman, the people walking on the street, the honking of an autorickshaw – these were the other sources of entertainment.
It was a sight to behold. Sometimes, the grandma would spin a tale about a good crow who was obedient, and a naughty crow who was not obedient, and would then tell the child that he or she was like the good crow. Another mouthful of food would be cleverly fed.
Mission accomplished, the grandma would clean up the child and carry her indoors.
Countless grandmoms in countless courtyards spending quality time with their grandchildren. A truly special bond indeed!