Aradhana

Dear Mole,
A very heart-rending post! Aradhana means worship, as far as I know & you have really placed your way of worshipping at the feet of the Lord, by highlighting the cause of special children.
A similar incident happened to my friend's daughter. After more than 10 yrs of marriage, she adopted a girl baby from Puna adoption Centre legally. This was 17, 18 yrs ago. At that time, autism was not much known or perhaps, talked about; let me say that the awareness was not there. When the child reached three, they found out that the child was autistic. Though shattered initially, she rallied round & made it her mission of life, to give her best to that child.Now. that child is a pretty young girl of 18 and has been trained well at a therapy centre.My friend's daughter says, she now thanks God for giving her an opportunity to create a home for a challenged child. A normal child might be wanted by anybody, but not a special child.
She belongs to a rare breed like Sapna. Believe me, that child's name is Arpana!
Love,
Chithra.

Dear, dear Devika Mol,

(Ever since you greeted me on the Father's day, I have also joined the privileged class of address you like that.)

You have written poetry in verse. (pardon me for the incorrect expression; many times I find that language cannot keep up with the emotions.) I am saying that because now you have written poetry in prose.

It is one thing to be the biological parents of a handicapped child. But it is something totally different to be the adoptive parents of such a special child. It requires lots and lots of love. As I have been telling in these columns, love makes me cry, whether it is just fiction, hallucination or a fragment of imagination. And that Mol, is the basic difference between love and evil. Evil hurts you only in reality. But Love heals you even it is just in imagination.

And during the few minutes I spent in reading the story you kept me in a state of love. Of pure love that does not expect anything but wants to give everything. While still in that blissful state, I give my best compliments to you for having penned such a nice piece.

When I started writing stories many of my stories were like these - based on pure love. But many magazine editors advised me to tone down, if I wanted to get published. But I now advise you, don't tone down. Write stories like this; IL now needs powerful messages of love more than anything else.

Love,

Dear Devika

Children are so beautiful. What they become is what we show them. So we have to be careful how we live. We are the role models whether we like it or not. When we choose to love a child., we are choosing to give a child the strength to face the world. One may be physically challenged but that is not a disqualification if we take up the challenge by the horns. After all to be 'enthusiastically challenged' is far worse. The real handicap is to live life with apathy and lack of love and enthusiasm. There comes the role of the parents. To give the child that love which will give the child strength to take up any challenge. To love the child with all our heart. And show the child the world is a good place. If you are full of love and give a lot of yourself to the world
Kudos ! Lovely story of need and love

love
Santosh
A Devika fan

dear devika,

a very well written story from u dear,, i just loved it so much and varaloti said ,its love everywhere andwith every sentense i could imagine how sapna ,ashok and aradhana...what a lovely name ...were feeling at every moment....

pls donot stop urself ..........

luv,
shashi.

Dear Poetess
Wow another super hit...............A real master piece.
A wonderful message in a form of a beautiful story..............when we have love inside us if it is your kid or someone elses kid we are sure to shower that love to anyone. It is the love that has made Aradhana so strong and become a successful person in life.
Start writting books dearie................

Hi devika
It was really beautifully woven story.Such real life incidences are also there.And GOd always give some extra qulifications to a person whom what we call handicapped in any way.
Regards

Dear Devikaji..
A lovely touching story....I was dumbstruck or should I say spellbound...the way you write, while reading your lovely stories I feel like its real and it brings tears in my eyes.No wonder you are among gifted writers...

This is the irony of life.::
Those who have a challenge make use of the other senses to the maximum and dont let it hamper their growth, infact excel in various fields, but then those who have been blessed with all the senses forget how to use them
Eyes to see the wonderful things are always trying to find faults
Ears to hear beautiful sounds around but do we really listen?
Tongue to help us speak sweetly but is maximum used venomously
Nose to smell the fragrances of life is spent in being nosy about others life
Touch , the hands are to touch with love but how many we hurt with this,!!

If only we all used our senses to the fullest in the right way , wouldn’t we all be so very happy?

I am going to print these lines and hang them in my home...my kids too will be able to learn from these golden lines..thank you for a lovely write up...

Regards
moonbeams..

Dear AC,

Thankyou for the kind words.Glad you liked the story. I absolutely agree to the fact that the ones that are challenged are amazingly gifted or rather use their God given gifts to the maximum.
Thankyou once again AC.

Love,
Devika

Originally Posted by anandchitra

Devika
Your excellent story teller (and poet too!)
Story is very touching.. and so very true. People who are challenged in some way .. its amazing to see their contributions..
Another gem of a story from You. Keep writing!

Dear Kamalji,

Thankyou for stepping in and the wonderful quote.
Yes daughters are forever,
I have a daughter and its absolute bliss.I am so glad to see that you do not fall into that section that are forever praying for a son.
Radhika and Sita are truly blessed and so are you to have wonderful daughters.

Glad you liked the story.

Love,
Devika

Originally Posted by Kamalji

Dear Devika,

A wonderful story, with a superb moral.Just loved it.

You know before my daughters were born, i went to Govindevji Temple in Jaipur( Radha and Krishna), and asked God for daughters both times, and i was blessed with them, Radhika who is now married, and Sita who is 21 now.And i have never desired a son, as i did not have the wish to be dependent on a son in my old age.I and wife can manage on our own, thank u.

As they say

A Son is a Son, till he Gets a Wife
A daugther is a daughter for all her Life.

And my daughters are our Sons.Great blog.Regards.kamal

Dear Janani,

Must begin with love the kid!! And thankyou so much for the lovely words of appreciation.Janani I am so glad you like my stories and the names. This really is very motivating.

Thanks a ton buddy!!

Love,
Devika

Originally Posted by Jananikrithsan

Dear Devika,
That was such a lovely read. You, dearie, weave a magic spell with your way of writng that Iam dumbstruck. Apt anmes and such a touching situation to realise the gof that God blesses us with.Every write up carries a messge and this one is as valuable as the others!!!!!!!!!!