Sunday, January 26, 2014

The New Love In My Life...



You are all that we could have asked for. Every time I look at you, the song - "Mere Ghar Aayi Ek Nanhi Pari" comes to my mind. Before you tip toed with that baby pout and twinkling eyes, all we had wanted was a healthy baby.

But somewhere, I was hoping for a girl cherub. I could see myself splurging on the clips, ribbons, booties and what not. I would visualize you with your tender curls and used to count the number of pig tails, I would get to make.

I could see you peeping into my almirah & pulling out my favourite spaghetti just because you liked it too and wanted to wear it. I could see a chubby bumble bee jumping over a sleeping me on weekends because that's when she could not see me asleep. I had already made a count of which traits she would pick from each of her would be family members - her daddy's love for chicken, her mom's cuteness, my attitude & granny's love for sweets.

And now that you are here, I can't wait to see what you have in store for us. Each day brings greater delight than the day gone by. Be it the doped out monkey look, or the arched eyebrow that I get when I'm too chatty, to the sweet pea smile you give when your daddy calls out your name, or the peek-a-boo game that you love to play with your mommy.

Every day when I wake up, my steps take me to you and when I come back home from an exhausting day, one glimpse of yours is enough to energize me. I look forward to move my fingers across your dainty, chubby cheeks, seeking out that rare gorgeous smile that you dole out once in a while.

Our princess!! I wanted to tell you that you are dearly loved and you make each day special with your presence.

There's a new love in my life and she's called Pinka!!

God bless you love....

Miss You Dada...


It's been 11 years. Every year when this day approaches, I think I'm going to sail through smoothly. I assure myself that I have mourned enough and I'm past the pain that the thoughts would bring in. I keep telling myself that there is no way that this one day would affect me so much since I think about you every single day.

But the truth is different. Every year when finally the clock strikes 12 at midnight, it seems that I travel back to that day when you moved on to a different world. I've come to realise that no matter how many years go by, no matter with how much of ease I can speak about that fateful night, I will never stop thinking about you.

How I wish, there was something that I could have done to stop you from going forever and I will keep thinking about this until it's my time to go. Another year, another night, but the truth still remains the same...

Miss you dada.... more and more with each passing year...

Rest in peace...