The Delight Of Laughter - #ImmuneIndia

You can sense the joy and the glee of happiness which rings straight to your soul, passing your ears and refreshing every ounce of you. The laughter, which is divine in its own way - makes a path a shallower one, the vision like a garland which spreads the scent of mirth. The laughter of a child, which has been raised by you. It’s a wonderful sight to have your child running behind you, irritating you with their small needs and deeds, or even great when all you got to do - is to wipe out all the mess they make up every day. But it is all worth it - when at night, you observe him sleeping, dozing off to the land where they meet dreams, their aspirations and a reality of their 'perfect' world.

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His demands force you to plan an outing, his absence from consciousness lets you find yourself. Somewhere in a way to help him in a craft project or learning the table of 2. Somewhere teaching him moral values, somewhere warning him the presence of evil, in an event to make him learn, somewhere we teach ourselves.

It’s when we learns something new, he urges to teach you too. Probably playing a game of cricket with the daddy, or perhaps – your daughter settling for her favourite activity, Kitchen Kitchen.

In a race to life, where the competition is increasing day by day, a place where the race never ends, where there is no finish lines, where the only end is the ultimate one, he needs your support, he needs your health, and more importantly you.

A healthy child lightens up the morning with his school tantrums, which very beautifully teaches you how to pursue someone. The afternoons add to the glory of making him eat something, eat proper in order to continue the tantrums forever. The evenings pass with making him understand that he should be doing homework and then go to play.

In a span of some hours, he teaches you, a life in a way, not even life had taught you. Nights are spent handling him and making him ready for tomorrow, so that he can face the world once again. You might get tired, you might get irritated, you might lose hope, but it is these things you miss the most when he falls sick. 

The laughter no more matches your soul’s tune. Neither the stars in the morning twinkle, nor they light rays follow you in the dark of the night. It’s just a hope which you carry along with yourself, of his well-being. 

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Life, begins with your healthy child, and sustains with him being healthy. His healthiness has a power to make your mood grow and make the family stick together through thick and thin, household argument? He is the one who settles down the fire. Mommy not eating? He is the one who carries you plate of food. Daddy angry on someone? He is ready to apologize.

If it was not for him, and his cheerful healthy smile, the sun would have never risen in our lives.
It is true when they say, a smiling child keeps a happy home, and a healthy child, keeps a healthy home.

Tanishq Sharma

This post is written for Dabur Chyawanprash Immunity (Dabur India). 

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The Lost Desire - #BringBackTheTouch

He was in a process of decline, the one which felicitates isolation from the world. Call it the stress at job, or the lack of passion which interpreted in every sphere of his life. It had been 3 years to the day they tied the knot, and the morning following that night was something they would never forget, he had made a breakfast for her. In a span of few minutes which had measured few years along, everything seemed complete. Yet, every morning today, all they do, is to execute the mutual exclusiveness of formality over a cup of caffeine, which they had stopped choosing, they were content with whatever being served. 

The mornings passed as the dew drops falling off a leaf to which it no more belonged. The afternoons were the time they indulged in their work, evenings were spent in travelling and the nights in depression.

It was a tiring winter day, a season where even the sweat of hard work chills you down with cold. Sitting on the coffee table, waiting for the daily charge of caffeine, he seemed puzzled with thoughts. There, he sees Natasha bringing his coffee, and just like the previous days admires her, looking at her in daze, in an adorable way. Just as she approaches him, she is struck with the presence of a wooden plank on the floor, and the absence of very same thing from her eyes. She tumbles down. Rajat runs to her witnessing it, and asks her whether she is fine or not. “I cannot walk, my foot hurts”,she said. Rajat knew what was to be done, he picked her up and carried her to the room. 

He isolated from her, or vice versa – they could never come to the conclusion. They still loved each other, the things were perfect just like how it were that morning, but something seemed to lack. Both knew the answer, but none of them ever questioned. It was passion.

There are stages of life when you have to take steps which decide your immediate future, and as well as the one which eventually settles down in coming years.

In those 20 seconds of travels, he had a ride which belonged to his past, to his beloved marriage and to the love they still sustained. In his arms, she felt secured again, she felt warmth in that cold morning, and the comfort ability which they shared, seemed to return to its not-so frivolous state. The 20 seconds had taught him the value of someone’s presence, and her – the value of him. There was a smile, and a blush which rose on each face. He admired her the whole day, taking care of her foot. They had brought back the old touch, touch of love, touch of inspire, a touch which makes them feel loved, a touch with sparks of life. It was a cold night, and a longer one than usual. 

The morning was reminisce to the past, which Natasha fondly remembered – “Good Morning”, said Rajat bringing a cup of coffee and French toast to serve with.

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Tanishq Sharma

The post is written for Parachute Advansed Body Lotion. It talks about rekindling the passion, a touch which inspires life in its own way.

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