I treasure your first ‘gift’ to me.
And wonder what mechanism
In your little mind
Gave you the intelligence to judge
And recognise
That others needed or wanted
Or cared for certain things-
A being who began as a dot!
Making amazing connections
Through mazes of objects, incidents,
Colour, sound, taste, touch, smell

You also identified
Steps to take for yourself,
And had come to know
That a certain article of
Exquisite and fragile beauty
Should be handed over to its keeper
Not be played around with.

So, you and I were at the
Pilgrimage of a genesis-
The Rishikesh of responsible love.