# The Unconditional Love

In the backyard of my Mother's house grew many Jackfruit trees. The fruit laden trees are fascinating to look at as such heavy fruits hang up their in bunches and the weight is born so easily by the branches.

     

Upon visiting the grandparents house my son would want to climb the trees around. This kind of luxury was missing in metro cities. My mother was all support for him and even identified trees which he could climb.

Shash was always drawn by the wonders of nature present in this house. He would keep himself busy observing bees, beetles and butterflies. He loved the centipedes and the millipedes and not to miss the giant spiders. He asked numerous questions to his grandmother about the old well in the house.

A creative kid that he always was ,once he picked a few jackfruit leaves and kept looking at them enthusiastically . The fresh leaf was bright green in colour with deep visible veins. The leaf when shed turned into tan brown colour,the completely dried leaf would be dark brown in colour whereas the rotten leaf would turn black. The transformation of the leaf into various colours was obviously worth noticing.

He spontaneously  picked his paint-box and coloured the dried leaf artistically. He later presented  his art work to his loving grandmother who always stood by him in all his explorations and ventures.

Today after so many years that leaf still adorns the wall of my mother's house. The little pleasures of a small kid preserved by a doting grandmother.

Love for nature, love for colours, love for gestures, love for people all are so beautifully interlinked in this memory.

The jackfruit tree with the heavy fruits on it says relations cling on little gestures, care for each other and most importantly the strong bond.

Magic of Gratitude goes a long way. I am indebted to the unconditional love displayed by my mother to her first grandson for valuing the transformation of a fallen dry leaf into a piece of art.