Headlights Inspiration Point. ( IP )

I was passing by a trio of woman bent over a buggy clucking and chuckling like hens at a baby clearly enjoying all the attention,

‘  Ahh…Ziya  how old is he now? one asked.

‘ Seven months today’  said mum, standing tall and proud.

‘ Ohh, isn’t he handsome!’ added another. 

‘ Just look at that cheeky smile’ 

Warm and snug in a blue balaclava his round face resembled a headlight.

He caught me glancing, an ear to ear grin, bubbling and babbling he  beamed me a soft warm pink glow.

Eyes sparkling like multi faceted diamonds, each brief blink, a dipping of a the headlight, then opening again to full beam.

‘…I’m taking him to Jiya’s house to celebrate the Diwali Festival of Light, with a zoom chat to our aunties and cousins in Delhi.

‘ Can we come… all those colourful, lights, lanterns, food and…’ 

His little face suddenly winced, a grunt, eyes dimming.

  ‘ I think a nappy change is in order…need to be off, you can come, only if you’ll change all the nappies of around twelve toddlers.

Break lights off…she strode off laughing.

A tall proud mum with a precious jewel  added to her crown