Maiyya's Paradise
The little child is tired after playing the whole day. It is evening and some stars are already twinkling majestically in the orange sky. He runs inside his house, yearning for his mother, After-all a child’s world is his mother. Maiyya is sitting in the courtyard waiting for her son to come, for what is the nature of a mother and what is motherhood; to shower love on the child. As the little child finds her he slows down his steps and admires her aura, only he can feel it. Maiyya’s eyes scintillate with affection as the child comes closer to her and rests his head in her lap. “Maiyya, please sing me to sleep”. And very slowly beginning with a faint voice, which echoes in the house, Maiyya begins to sing and the little child closes his eyes, entering a realm of bliss and elation. Inside his dreams he sees a trillion stars, galaxies, celestial bodies and several planets. Maiyya runs her beautiful slender fingers over his forehead, like feathers float on the surface of still lakes. With