Enthralling Trails

“The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra.” ― Jimmy Johnson Aria patted her baby palms filled with oil on Neela’s gown, she looked deep into Neela’s eyes, a smile lit up her oily face and a gust of love bonded them. Neela quickly picked Aria and they looked across the city of multitudes. Aria was Neela’s granddaughter and was just three years old. It was the usual oil massage bath for the child. As they gazed through the crowded towers of the city, Neela was swept back to her childhood.   Neela had a loving mother and four sisters. The house that they lived in was small and the food tasted the yummiest because the aroma wafted through the rooms. They loved to eat the food hot and it tasted the best because there was never any leftovers. Neela was the youngest, perhaps the most foolish. The wisdom and smartness that other children showed weren’t seen in her. She would babble loudly and let out any secret that was told to her. She did not have a great aptitu