Nisarga. Had an exciting day. Yesterday. Raja took him visiting friends and family who have Ganesh idols in their homes. I joined them in the evening at Raka’s uncle’s place in Malad. He makes his idol at home, from clay. This year he had painted it too.
Nisarga was all agog, watching proceedings with wide eyed fascination. This was exciting stuff. Slept like a log and woke up at 5 am, still wired. And now here we are. On a train to town, the Mecca or special needs kids specialists. Lost track of hoe many times we have done this chasing new leads to no avail. So far only my ad hoc Feldenkrais lessons seem to have shown any result. That too is quite modest, to pit it mildly. Hope this time turns out better. We desperately need a breakthrough. The doctor’s visits have started feeling no different from fasting all day on a mountaintop and sacrificing chickens. Nisarga’s first sleepover went well. Here’s to hoping today is. Great too.