A Child Born of Prayers

“Parka” he shouts happily, when we ask him where we’re going, “Parka!”

Anita didi said in the group chat, “I dreamt that Richu was eating mushrooms. Such big and dazzling white mushrooms, they looked delicious.”

“Wow,” I responded, my standard response every time someone tells me they dreamt about me. Because it must mean their subconscious, at least, is thinking of me.

Of course I know Anita didi thinks of me, subconsciously or otherwise. We have been close, close…