The last time, in a very long time, 

I was filled with awe, 

was when I witnessed

pure joy.

The innocent cry 

of a four years old 

calling out 'Mumma',

as the mother stepped out of the cab, 

a reunion after 4 months.

The bright, wide smile of the little one,

grew wider as she caught a glimpse of the taxi,

approaching her,

the smile that reached her overwhelmingly moist eyes,

finally, the butterflies in the stomach were put to rest

as she embraced her mother after months .