The laughter of a child is bliss, happiness personified. No sound sounds better than that of children laughing. The joy that echoes,opens barriers in ones soul and brings a smile to the lips.
Always.I have one son.By the grace of god, I have not spent as many nights patting him on his back and trying to get him to stop crying. He was not a cantankerous baby. He was sweet. That is why he is called Sweet Child.Or maybe ,I'm getting old. I am sort of close to a major milestone, one that I would rather not admit in Blogosphere.Well ,this much I know,I have suffered from a condition called Allergic Rhinitis for the longest possible time. When I began, people ran for cover after handing me a napkin...I sneezed everywhere.
And after I got married ,hubby dear always encouraged me to take steam therapy and eat Chyawanprash regularly.Me, I had had this bias against the black,gloopy tarry mess that came in the bottle of Dabur chyawanprash, so I mocked and mocked his habit of substituting breakfast for hot milk and Chyawanprash.However ,after sweet child started walking, he started falling ill regularly and even had to be hospitalised on account of infections a couple of times.Maybe it had something to do with the fact that we were stationed in the far east (India) and the weather was moist with strong, cold winds blowing after 12 noon,daily.To top it all, I, a young mother schooled on my dog eared copy of Dr Spock was always a long STD distance away from Mum's advice.Cell phones were non existent in the east at that time and STD calls were generally made from the PCO's which were more than a walking distance from home.After many courses of antibiotics and trials of homeopathic medicines ,I had begun to try to force feed him.I used to show him Cars on the far off highway(sweet child was car mad ,his first toys and security blankets were the dinky cars...) and force down some foul milk product down his throat.
I noticed his illnesses and infections decline and began to complement myself and my wisdom as a mother . After all I knew best.Its just then around that time that i noticed that hubby dear had introduced Chywanprash to sweet child , and they used to have a bit together every morning.It had become a morning ritual, the digging of a spoon into the gloopy dark unknown mix of amla and various herbs and then a small bite and that being washed down by a sip of milk.The ritual of Chywanprash is still a ritual, though the boys rarely indulge together. On you forgot, sweet child is quite an opinionated teenager...who would prefer to do what his dad tells him to do behind his back,rather than in front of him.
The first sneeze is an indication of the changing weather and that's a note to replenish dwindled stocks of Dabur Chyawanprash.
So thanks to Dabur and Chyawanprash,I have not had to battle too many colds or infections or other illnesses.
My home has been blessed by the health and happiness and laughter of my boys...
Since when do husbands get referred to as boys??
Well,since men never seem to grow older....they get added into the nominal roll of children in the family.
OK, along with the boys, I manage a spoon a day and try to keep my Allergic Rhinitis and sneezing at bay too.
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Dabur Chyawanprash is a tonic or an addition to your diet that you will never go wrong with-Dabur Chyawanprash. Its a healthier alternative to the allopathic drugs. After all Prevention is better than cure.All I wish and pray for is that we be blessed by the goodness of Ayurveda. And that all our homes remain disease free.
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