The first day of spring
Its the first day of spring. I see celebrations around. You don’t remember but I loved taking you to the flowers in the lawn when you were around two years old. I was used to show different flowers to you and make you feel their texture. You were not a good critic of their beauty. But you knew that giving flowers to someone was a gesture of love. You just did it a couple of times but that was enough for me. In Karachi we never get a distinct spring. It was hard to make you notice this beautiful season.
Whenever I think of the lawn in the house I recall the run I made you do for a couple of months after knowing that you were not doing good in racing at school. You yourself were concerned about that performance. You told me that in a class race you came last and your previous position was second. I built on your worry and made you take five rounds of the lawn every morning. You didn’t like doing that. I made you run while waiting for school van. I wanted you to be active. I was so mean. I made you do so many things you didn’t like. I wanted my son to excel in every field of life. I never thought of you excelling the quest to go to heaven.
I know you wouldn’t be appreciating beautiful flowers around you in Heaven. You are more interested in rocks and streams and grass. You are at a place with eternal spring. Keep enjoying. You are blessed my son.