Geet poses with me
It was during the quiet, uncertain days of the COVID lockdown. My daughter-in-law Shilpy was working from home, behind a closed door, deep in meetings and responsibilities. Meanwhile, little Geet — my granddaughter — was full of energy, imagination, and longing for attention.
The sketch Geet slipped under the door
One rainy afternoon, instead of knocking or calling out, Geet picked up a marker and drew a simple but beautiful note. In big letters, she wrote:
“Hi Mom Can I pllay in the rean.”
She added a joyful sketch of herself, smiling wide, arms open, surrounded by falling rain — a little girl ready for her adventure.
Then, with quiet hope, she slipped it under the door.
Geet gestures VI on her birthday
That small moment — that note — said so much. It was innocent, creative, and full of love. A little girl asking for permission, yes, but also asking to be seen, to be heard… and maybe, to be missed a little in return.
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