Sun-Babies

Sun-Babies: Studies in the Child-life of India by Cornelia SorabjiMy fastest real baby friend was a Moon-baby. He was English he was adorable and I began to know him very soon after the fairies brought him dancing to the Earth on a silver-blue Moon-ray.A little pensive in repose his dear face was when he smiled the gladness of a spring meadow of golden cowslips.In my heart I treasure many memories. . . . Geoffrey coming in from his walk with a half-eaten ginger nut which he had saved for his friend: I brang it all the way for you; or Geoffrey with a crushed dandelion in a hot little fist another offering; Geoffrey listening to nursery tales; Geoffrey adoring his mother like whom for him to the end of his days no one ever existed or could exist; Geoffrey at five years of age when on a rare occasion I had to leave the house without bidding him good-bye. That was a beloved nursery memory. When told that I had gone he would not at first believe. She did not tell me he kept insisting. But belief followed on fruitless search and then: Come upstars Nannie said he to his nurse; and when up in the nursery old Nannie was made to cut off a gold-brown curl to wrap away in silver paper against my return.