The Fields of Joy
Let’s wander slowly through the fields,
slowly, slowly through the fields
I touch the leaves that touch the sky
just you and I through fields of joy
All trouble slowly fades away
slowly, slowly fades away
I hold your hand inside my hand
across the land through fields of joy
The sound of music that we hear
The blend of colors through the air
All cities, mountains disappear from view
All truth and beauty near to me and you
With you through the fields
With you through the fields
with you through the fields
the fields of joy
Let’s wander slowly through the fields
slowly, slowly through the fields
I know our love will never die
just you and I
through fields of joy
through fields of joy
Lenny Kravitz – Fields Of Joy
Joyous Time At The Wet Playground
We had marvelous time at the field on Saturday morning. We planned to take both boys to play at the wet ground as they say that morning dew is best for those who haven’t walked yet. So here are the snap shots:
ARIQ:The Eager First Son
Ariq as soon as he crawled down from his wheel chair
Playing with the wet grass
Staring at the vast playground ahead
Ratna my wife as she’s assisting Ariq who is crawling through the wet ground
My mother in law’s younger sister, the boys’ regular companion for morning walk
When he’s tired of crawling, Ariq often walks on his knees
The leaf pickers. Both boys playing with leafs
The two boys, Ariq and Baraka, our precious jewel
Ratna and Ariq posed near the bridge
Sharing laughter and joyful moments
BARAKA: Up Close and Personal
“Don’t dare calling me a Bollywood singer”
The lonely crawler
“Is my butt dirty, dad?”
Aggressive second son
Ariq’s wheelchair, natural crawling stimulus for Baraka. You push it, he follows…..
Baraka sits on his brother chair
Enchanting side hair curls
Baraka, up close and personal.
