tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56558346177324402442024-03-13T12:54:35.613+05:30Canvas of my thoughtsA journal, a baby book, and a way for me to share my life.Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.comBlogger181125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-65030626194675914672023-08-28T16:06:00.001+05:302023-08-30T16:09:38.208+05:30Soham's 4th<p> </p><p><span style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> He is the kid whose energy cannot be contained by walls but all with a charming smile on his </span><span style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space-collapse: preserve;">face.</span></p><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="" dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1l90r2v x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id=":rm9:" style="font-family: inherit; padding: 4px 16px 16px;"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u" style="display: flex; flex-direction: column; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-top: -5px;"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto" style="color: var(--primary-text); display: block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">You might send him to put on his boots but he’ll come back with a new LEGO creation.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Time has no meaning when a new plan strikes.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">He’s <span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>the one who doesn’t walk in an orderly fashion. He runs or spins or stops in his tracks if something catches his eye.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">He has a hard time keeping his hands to himself.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">His handwriting don’t betray his intelligence, you might be fooled into thinking it’s all done by a high-schooler, if you’re not paying attention.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">His heart sometimes breaks a little because he’s not always sure why what he’s doing is so wrong. </div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">His ideas come out in a jumble and you have to slow way down and look in his eyes to listen.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">But he needs you to hear him.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">He can understand stories on a level well beyond his years and will floor you with his insights, a witty one mostly.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">He loves music and mostly those tappy, meaningless Bollywood numbers, just like his Mom.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">He loves fiercely and deeply and without reservation.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">He will tuck a blanket around you if you look cold and will always share a bite of his cookie.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">He runs to open your car door and will insist on carrying your bag in the house for you.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">He loves to climb into your lap and wants to hold your hand as he falls asleep.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">His greatest joy is making you laugh from deep in your belly.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">His body is young but his soul is much older.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">He is counting down the days to start his journey in brand-new school and totally ready. Me, not so much. I’m still pretending he needs me. I miss him needing me. </div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">He doesn’t always like being the youngest and says he does everything last, but I think he gets to do everything the best. 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font-family: inherit; margin-left: -100px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="x1e558r4" style="font-family: inherit; padding-left: 4px;">Susmita Biswas Pan, Mousumi Acharyya and 67 others</span></span></span><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="x1e558r4" style="font-family: inherit; padding-left: 4px;"><br /></span></span></div></div></span></div></div><div class="x9f619 x1n2onr6 x1ja2u2z x78zum5 x2lah0s x1qughib x1qjc9v5 xozqiw3 x1q0g3np xykv574 xbmpl8g x4cne27 xifccgj" style="align-items: stretch; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #65676b; display: flex; flex-flow: row; flex-shrink: 0; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; justify-content: space-between; margin: -6px; position: relative; z-index: 0;"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-1901161702602384222023-08-15T16:04:00.004+05:302023-08-30T16:05:58.762+05:3016th!<p> Dear Kids,</p><p>Let’s talk what's special about marriage anniversary day. </p><p>Here’s the deal. </p><p>Chocolate is tasty. I could eat an entire box, more if it is from my fav genre.</p><p>And flowers? Who doesn’t love flowers? They are beautiful and can cheer up any day.</p><p>Gifts? Well, I can buy mine, thankfully. </p><p>But know what’s even better than that? Better than cards and bouquets and fancy gifts?</p><p>Helping with morning chores, because he knows I hate mornings.</p><p>Mid-morning coffee on days when I am unable to move away from my office desks.</p><p>The entire finance, as I am bad with numbers.</p><p>My biggest advocate and loudest cheerleader.</p><p>Punching-bag, who calms me down.</p><p>Co-parenting, as otherwise, I would have been lost.</p><p>And it’s not just the little things he does for me. It’s what he does for you both and others. </p><p>Watching him sharing sports and academic interest with you.</p><p>And patiently dealing with your brother.</p><p>Always a safe place for both of you to land.</p><p>How he treats his parents.</p><p>And how he considers my parents, no less than his own.</p><p>How he is relied-upon in my side of the family.</p><p>And how he treats people.</p><p>Most importantly, how there is always respect between us.</p><p>That’s love. That’s what I want so desperately for each of you. </p><p>I pray you don’t get caught up with someone who thinks only about the big stuff and forgets the small moments. </p><p>Don’t get me wrong, chocolate is delicious. Gifts are thoughtful. Flowers are beautiful. </p><p>But the normal, comfortable, everyday respect? </p><p>Gosh, that’s non-negotiable. </p><p>That’s where the good stuff lives. </p><p>That’s what lasts a lifetime. </p><p>And that's what should be celebrated every day.</p><p>Happy marriage anniversary, Subhasish Dhar!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbhIgLmnVarwoi6sZPnROkKwad1N6kglatTVie6BdVoxctgUt10wLQnQ7teN7VWSbBXpva2zJeelOS6O6V1Ek3iRKz3wdD5OsD68OIJbfqyy0M5FwG8Rc1xIyHq_2RsrVWeLOHZlLupmUAG3d8Rn3GhnLogN1uLf-EXbjNqjtv7A2S-S86-xnhsmVfew4/s1600/Goa%20195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbhIgLmnVarwoi6sZPnROkKwad1N6kglatTVie6BdVoxctgUt10wLQnQ7teN7VWSbBXpva2zJeelOS6O6V1Ek3iRKz3wdD5OsD68OIJbfqyy0M5FwG8Rc1xIyHq_2RsrVWeLOHZlLupmUAG3d8Rn3GhnLogN1uLf-EXbjNqjtv7A2S-S86-xnhsmVfew4/w640-h480/Goa%20195.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-81129327426451867562023-07-22T16:00:00.001+05:302023-08-30T16:03:08.533+05:30Happy Birthday, my soul-mate!<p> I believe in soul mates. </p><p>No, not the kind you see in the movies. Not the kind where you fall in love with your one and only. </p><p>The friendship kind. </p><p>The kind where you meet him after work and word just spills right out of you. Because you want to immediately share. You're allowed to be your raw, unfiltered self. </p><p>The kind where your conversations don't just touch the surface but cut so far deep that your soul feels it. </p><p>The kind where nothing has to be shiny. You're not trying to outdo each other.</p><p>The kind where everything can just be a mess.</p><p>The kind where you cheer like hell for one another.</p><p>Yes, I believe in soul mates. </p><p>Happy Birthday, my all-weather-partner, Subhasish Dhar.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUd029nYY-tw-nSb0HmVenf3YpcPdT_FzYAsIY1i9qhSE68xb9OmhdWXE4S1xDqP7ku6cniiFYJYDmwH58lUh9_LK0o4BaOVqngHP4zAPBVLaPaf2N0ZbaO1y0Vo9Y3Lro6M1t8cuo1vjwQCMS4hQ4bleIrRZ3aGQT5AV_6BL2p2L4v2o7PUxOvAoP49g/s1421/FB_IMG_1690054510225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1421" data-original-width="715" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUd029nYY-tw-nSb0HmVenf3YpcPdT_FzYAsIY1i9qhSE68xb9OmhdWXE4S1xDqP7ku6cniiFYJYDmwH58lUh9_LK0o4BaOVqngHP4zAPBVLaPaf2N0ZbaO1y0Vo9Y3Lro6M1t8cuo1vjwQCMS4hQ4bleIrRZ3aGQT5AV_6BL2p2L4v2o7PUxOvAoP49g/w322-h640/FB_IMG_1690054510225.jpg" width="322" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-51605919745746608982022-10-15T15:49:00.000+05:302022-11-03T15:53:52.202+05:30TWELVE...YAY!!!<div style="background-color: white; 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background-color: transparent; border-color: initial; border-radius: inherit; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; position: static; text-align: inherit; touch-action: manipulation; user-select: none;" tabindex="0"><div aria-label="Edit Privacy" class="x6s0dn4 x78zum5 xl56j7k" style="align-items: center; display: flex; font-family: inherit; justify-content: center;"><div aria-hidden="false" class="xl56j7k x3nfvp2 x6s0dn4 xw3qccf" style="align-items: center; display: inline-flex; font-family: inherit; justify-content: center; margin-right: 4px;"><br /></div></div></div></span></span></div></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><div class="" dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1l90r2v x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_uo" style="font-family: inherit; padding: 4px 16px 16px;"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u" style="display: flex; flex-direction: column; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-top: -5px;"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto" style="color: var(--primary-text); display: block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I want my daughter</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">to know her own strength,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">to embrace her weaknesses,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">and still dream at great length.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I <span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>see her love for brushes,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">and I hope she resumes reading books,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">when people say she’s pretty </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">she’ll know it’s more than her looks.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">For she’s pretty smart and kind.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">May she be heard for her voice,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">and seen for her mind.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">As she grows into a woman</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I hope she stands strong.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">For some will try to knock her,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">but I hope she holds on.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Because her capabilities are great,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">and cannot be measured.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Her passion and vulnerability</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">should always be treasured.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">May she know the difference</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">between right and wrong,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">not because of some rules,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">but what is in her heart’s song.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">May she question fearlessly,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">make choices and speak clear.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">May she never repeat herself</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">out of doubt or fear.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">May she strive for big things</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">in a world that screams thin.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">May no one dim her light,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">May it shine</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">May it grow</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">What a force that she is,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">May she always know.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Happy 12th birthday, Shreya.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">You are our pride and you know that.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Keep slaying your awesomeness.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">May Thakur be always with you.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">You were second.</span></p><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Not in my heart, but in sequence of birth.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Yes, with you, it was different.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">There was no much preparation. No pre-natal yoga sessions, no childbirth classes.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">I didn’t read any books or check the app every week to see what vegetable you measured up against.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">I didn’t take as many photos, didn’t spend every waking moment thinking about the person you would be.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">My mind was busier; my hands more full.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">The worries of a first-time-mom had faded, and now my thoughts drifted to fears that I wouldn’t be enough for you. I wondered how on earth my heart could ever be big enough, how I could manage to divide my time and energy and love equally enough. I wondered why I ever thought raising one was hard.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">And then, before I knew, you were here.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">And in an instant, every fear faded.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">That magical feeling when you finally see the person you’ve waited for nine months, face to face.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">The world stopped for what seemed like hours as I introduced myself and sang you ‘Happy Birthday.’</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">And that was it. I was yours.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">A mom of two. A family of four.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">And oh, sweet baby, the lessons you’ve helped me learn.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">You’ve taught me how to juggle 1,000 balls without completely melting down.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">You’ve taught me that kids truly are resilient.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">You’ve taught me to slow down. To savor firsts and lasts, and to focus on what’s really important. To humble down because there are so much still to learn.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">You've taught me that a sibling is the best gift we could have ever given our first.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">You’ve taught me to chill. To roll with the punches, and to laugh when everything falls apart.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">You’ve taught me how absolutely strong I can be, and you’ve given me a confidence I needed to juggle things</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">But more than anything, my love, you taught me that a heart is absolutely limitless in size.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">So, it’s true. You didn’t make me a mother.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">But you sure made me a better one.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Happy Birthday - our wild, young, little man!!!</span><div><span style="color: #050505; font-family: Segoe UI Historic, Segoe UI, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #050505; font-family: Segoe UI Historic, Segoe UI, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgTI9UWO6r7rXB73iI7AZADN4zwtCuK0br3gGKqsEsbySdjxaDmbD1uNax5UVuydQO8q9sQOI7rzjFMefGIKrKYhuVwaotgc4L8GBtRpB3y7pUKrL6dqxsEERU-OBtOlstOdGLMf9X8c7kCn2jg0XNyYWUTuKS82gmPO3GaOBSe4430L1DLyo-T0lH/s926/IMG_20220828_014258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="926" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgTI9UWO6r7rXB73iI7AZADN4zwtCuK0br3gGKqsEsbySdjxaDmbD1uNax5UVuydQO8q9sQOI7rzjFMefGIKrKYhuVwaotgc4L8GBtRpB3y7pUKrL6dqxsEERU-OBtOlstOdGLMf9X8c7kCn2jg0XNyYWUTuKS82gmPO3GaOBSe4430L1DLyo-T0lH/s320/IMG_20220828_014258.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><br /></span></div>Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-71406956945425449112022-07-22T23:49:00.001+05:302022-07-22T23:49:13.161+05:30Birthday gratitude!<p>He gets the much needed coffee in between my long never-ending calls.</p><p>Our burger and maggie always comes from him and they are absolutely die-for.</p><p>He walks closest to the street whenever we’re out for a stroll.</p><p>He’s a movie night on the sofa when kids are put to bed.</p><p>...And he’s always the better one when it comes to parenting the kids.</p><p>He is comfort. And security.</p><p>And love. For me as well as our children.</p><p>His day to day expectations of me are minimal,</p><p>Yet he expresses his gratefulness for all that I do.</p><p>And at the end of every day, he lays his head down on his pillow, truly believing I’m the one who keeps this ship afloat -</p><p>Never once realizing that he is indeed the one.</p><p><br /></p><p>Happy Birthday to the most favorite one in the house. </p><p>May Thakur grant you all that your heart desires.</p><p><br /></p><p>Much love.</p><div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh7RMntffSEVn61Rh4YdVVUKPEvH7tinnyLkwTtU-6O97rS_TjL3ORpJ22jgHtD0iuIGXaigHblfAVNOs_0c1luXVQz66DhXEu00FGP4YwYumBxpJFfi69KSC-jEosvScHO-y3dSfxydTV5IITHRFnYAUKFNIfo2cPzVM1ILM_jJak-yAb4fyOVsv2/s1152/281597771_10160090272917442_8285285363600796360_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="864" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh7RMntffSEVn61Rh4YdVVUKPEvH7tinnyLkwTtU-6O97rS_TjL3ORpJ22jgHtD0iuIGXaigHblfAVNOs_0c1luXVQz66DhXEu00FGP4YwYumBxpJFfi69KSC-jEosvScHO-y3dSfxydTV5IITHRFnYAUKFNIfo2cPzVM1ILM_jJak-yAb4fyOVsv2/s320/281597771_10160090272917442_8285285363600796360_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></div></div>Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-92116151835241346332021-08-28T00:07:00.000+05:302021-08-28T00:07:03.835+05:30TWO....too soon!<p>Shreya cried her heart out in hospital lobby when her Papa informed, “It’s a boy!” outside the labor room. And NOT tears of happiness. Big crocodile tears. And all these because she was expecting a baby sister. When I met her after delivery, she still was sobbing and that made me realize that deep down I was scared too.</p><p>I was scared because I was a girl mom all these years. I knew tutus, bows, and Minnie Mouse. I knew sparkly boots, pajamas covered in hearts, and butterfly kisses. I knew books about feminism and how to teach my girl that glass ceilings were hers to shatter. I knew bedtime kisses, sweet snuggles, and an undeniable mother-daughter bond. But of boys, I knew nothing.</p><p>Then three kg of wonder was placed in my arms. And when the most trusting eyes stared up at me, something changed.</p><p>I remember storming out mad of a shop during his early months as nothing was "just right" to choose as an outfit because they don't make cute boy clothes unlike girls. Little boys will be gifted clothes with sports on them and even I’ve never sat through a game of anything in my life, still make him wear those gleefully. And adore him in whatever he wears.</p><p>Boys are magic like that.</p><p>He crawled before I know it. And knocked over valuables. I was fuming while sweeping it up. And then he reached out to comfort me and I melted into him.</p><p>Boys are magic like that.</p><p>He walks and within days he runs. I beg him to slow down. He teach me that farts are funny, that cars can best run where there is an hump, that dinosaurs are proper tea party guests, and that boys like butterfly kisses, too. And well, they like dancing too.</p><p>I worry that I am not doing it right. Then I see him stop and give his Diya a kiss to see her smile. And I feel relief. And the next moment I have to save the elder one from rough-housing of the younger.</p><p>Boys are magic like that.</p><p>No matter the level of chaos he brings— the long lane of toy-trucks, the messy arts, addition to the laundry load, the mental load, and the endless mess—he’s magic.</p><p>You know this is so because when he leaves the house, there will be no sigh of relief — just an absence, a loud piercing silence. A presence missing that can’t be filled by anyone but him.</p><p>His cackling laugh when he thinks something is over the top funny. The way he says things in that comical deep voice when baby talking. His warm embrace, with his body, and his smell. The way he reacts when his Diya enters the room.</p><p>To our best miracle ever - you have an energy and vibrancy unlike anyone I know.</p><p>You are wise and have an emotional intelligence beyond your years, and there are days when I think you probably get me more than your age. You've got my back. I know that for sure.</p><p>You always surprise me with your unaffected affections, soul hunger, longing to be included, and strong desire to be with me. We have so much to talk about. So much to do together.</p><p>Happy, happy birthday, my handsome, crazy, anything-with-wheel-fanatic energy ball. You fill our heart and home with more laughter and adventure than we dreamed possible.</p><p>Welcome to more fun days ahead, Soham!</p><p>We love you to bits.</p><p>Mimme-Papa-Diya</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsAUd9N9WcbuUAAekXHKNy_xk3Tcm41gqaSxDyGbD754ZbTb4PZqm0Du8WzLYwbvxH7l4vaVBdsM87wH28fWH2g8_xY0CflXB1Br5Wy1JlEZ_dsRidIR2NEpqKOEc6gMfUjK6p2DGuFWE/s1396/203403718_10159432171062442_2307432274618799076_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1396" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsAUd9N9WcbuUAAekXHKNy_xk3Tcm41gqaSxDyGbD754ZbTb4PZqm0Du8WzLYwbvxH7l4vaVBdsM87wH28fWH2g8_xY0CflXB1Br5Wy1JlEZ_dsRidIR2NEpqKOEc6gMfUjK6p2DGuFWE/w640-h294/203403718_10159432171062442_2307432274618799076_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /><br /></p><br /><p><br /></p><br /><p><br /></p>Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-71867439426088232562021-07-23T11:16:00.009+05:302021-08-27T11:14:46.053+05:30Happy birthday P!<p>Thank you for standing by me</p><p>Cheering as we happily sail through</p><p>I forget sometimes through teary eyes</p><p>What a beautiful ride we have been through</p><p>The daily battles I have at home & work</p><p>Which you feel without me saying anytime</p><p>Always with a smile and helping hand</p><p>Taking the weight off me every time.</p><p>You’ve seen me raw and at my limit.</p><p>You’ve seen me vulnerable and small.</p><p>All the while you’ve remained my rock</p><p>And loved me through it all.</p><p>You don’t sit on the sidelines </p><p>Instead you sit by my side </p><p>While we learn this all together </p><p>On this bumpy but beautiful ride.</p><p>Even though you say sometimes</p><p>You don’t know what you can do.</p><p>You’ve done it without even knowing</p><p>by being our superhero and just being you.</p><p><br /></p><p>Happy birthday to the most loved person in the family. </p><p>You are a joy to know, joy to love and joy to call my own.</p><p>May our Thakur be always with you.</p>Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-60855516207770478472020-11-18T15:52:00.002+05:302020-11-18T15:52:49.123+05:30Beach get-away<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: 16.9575px; font-style: italic;">We have to dust things off every once in a while, let fresh air in, change the water in the flower vases"</span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #111111; font-family: "Alegreya Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16.9575px; font-style: italic; line-height: 28.8278px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px;">— Haruki Murakami</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnR7RBvv6-7lnCWiW7xOlMh4_JUJoTfgNBOmtumK9O427CGquxp6_OspXKtg6Lzx1qklmcxDISePTcoAcrd2LRT4BKVH_l0YvqMueWHgaWY6e39hHJ6jy7Y6Mg5KZI_TVGYsUq1QY3Wy0/s1152/WhatsApp+Image+2020-10-25+at+9.08.55+PM.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="528" data-original-width="1152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnR7RBvv6-7lnCWiW7xOlMh4_JUJoTfgNBOmtumK9O427CGquxp6_OspXKtg6Lzx1qklmcxDISePTcoAcrd2LRT4BKVH_l0YvqMueWHgaWY6e39hHJ6jy7Y6Mg5KZI_TVGYsUq1QY3Wy0/s320/WhatsApp+Image+2020-10-25+at+9.08.55+PM.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #111111; font-family: "Alegreya Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16.9575px; font-style: italic; line-height: 28.8278px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #111111; font-family: "Alegreya Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16.9575px; font-style: italic; line-height: 28.8278px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px;">Thankful for the time-off with my precious'.</p>Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-20856408112729975212020-10-20T12:39:00.004+05:302020-10-20T12:39:57.533+05:30Video wish on Shreya's 10th<p> Unable to add the video as the size seems huge.</p><p>Adding the gdrive link for the record.</p><p>https://drive.google.com/file/d/1583mGq8pycsYP6DCZKV7mI-qBvmuVbnW/view?usp=sharing</p>Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-89922743361919473612020-10-16T13:28:00.004+05:302020-10-17T19:54:49.187+05:30It just took you 10 years to be this awesome!<p><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Shreya,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">I had no clue how intoxicating being a mother - being your mother - would be.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">My love for you is fierce. Most parents’ love is.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">But there’s more than love here.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">I enjoy you —I enjoy being with you so much in the uneventful day-to-day things. </span><span style="font-family: courier;">I love our seemingly mundane moments: our walk-the-talk session, our infrequent morning walks, Friday baking spee, Netflix together, new books, our girls day-out, milestones, tents in the balcony, mug cakes, jokes, spa-day at home, bubble bath, foot-spa and the list is endless.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">You and me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">The night before your 10th when I kissed you goodnight and said I love you, you answered with “I think I love you more”. Those words almost took my breath away. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Oh, Shreya. If only you knew...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">I pulled you close to me, happy you still let me hug you like that, and wished I could explain the love I have for you.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">I want you to know how lucky I feel to be your mom. My Thakur gave me the perfect daughter and I thank Him every single day. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">You’re 10 now! I know how excited you are to be in double digits, but remember to never rush growing up. Enjoy and savor your childhood. You only get to do it once, after all.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">The first decade of your life was major, and this next decade will be too. From age 10 to age 20, you will evolve from childhood to womanhood. It’s crazy and hard to fathom that these changes are even normal, because in my eyes you will always be the little girl with curly hair and rosy cheeks.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">While you enter the next decade of your life, here are some of the things I would like you to know:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">1. It’s okay to grow up at your own pace. It’s good to take your time and do what’s right for you. Our world pushes girls to the fast track. It wants you to paint your face with makeup, dress in revealing clothes, and aim to look 20 when you’re really 13. I hope you trust your instincts and remember that the best part of your appearance – the one that ultimately sets you apart – is the light that shines from within. It costs nothing, yet it’s worth everything. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">2. Eye for a larger world beyond your immediate vision. I hope you look for adventure and new horizons. Try new things. Do things that may seem hard. And in that process you will grow in ways you didn’t even know were possible.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">3. Have curiosity about the world and all that is in it. Ask good questions, and don’t be satisfied with easy answers. Travel. Exercise. Read. Bake. Explore. Try. You will fail, and then you will try again. Acquire knowledge, but don’t stop there. Pray. Nurture your faith, and pray more.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">4. Every choice has a consequence, and the choices you make today impact the opportunities you’ll have tomorrow. While making positive choices will open doors down the road, making negative choices will close doors. Whatever choices you make, be prepared to live with them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">5. Be kind to everyone, but distance yourself from negativity. Trust your gut instincts. I wish for you deep friendships, loving relationships, and genuine community. We need one another. But also remember not everyone deserves a voice in your life. Not everyone has opinions that are worth your time and attention.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">6. There’s no such thing as a perfect person. While you should have standards for the people you allow in your innermost circle, you should also leave room for grace and forgiveness. All of us make mistakes and occasionally hurt the people we love. Don’t give up on a genuine friend easily. They are hard to find.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">7. Be your brother's keeper. There may be no other relationship which effects us more profoundly - that is closer, finer, harder, sweeter, happier, sadder than relationship with the sibling. I am no expert in telling you about it but I already see a power in the bond you share with Soham. No one has as much impact on him than you have and you know it. Nurture this bond responsibly. You both will have each other much longer than you have both of us. Always keep him protected. Always.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">8. The next 10 years are going to be hard. </span><span style="font-family: courier;">It seems like just the blink of an eye that ten years have gone by. And I’m sure when you turn 20 I will be looking back and saying the same thing. The next ten years won’t be as easy as your first, though. They will take you into high school and off to college. You will mature through adolescents. You will learn to drive a car, and make decisions independently. You will make friends and lose friends and there will be tears along the way. You will face challenges that at ten years old, you don’t even know exist.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">9. You are strong. </span><span style="font-family: courier;">I have seen your strength. And it amazes me every time. Never ever lose that. </span><span style="font-family: courier;">Don’t ever let anyone take that away from you. As you get older, it will be tempting to try and fit in. Don’t do it. You are perfect, just as you are and if someone doesn’t understand that then they are not worth your time. </span><span style="font-family: courier;">You are loved immensely. </span><span style="font-family: courier;">And remember there are so many people in this world who love you. So very many. And will always do, no matter what.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">10. You will always be my child. </span><span style="font-family: courier;">Always and forever. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">As much as your Papa and I love you, Thakur loves you even more. So trust Him with all your heart, and know that He is always there to help. Whatever is waiting on the other side of 10, we’ll discover it together. We’ll celebrate, cry, and share it together. Remember that you have two of the biggest cheerleaders in the world ready to pick you up when you fall and lead the rally when you succeed.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhLgE1vAEIuuuF6W55lR5bTHNVji78pQMrTeI_OWemSCKAjGIeLu0WQ78jFpYVOheMc7I2KuMHxNXs15Y9TnyPpECiJm4IJnhtbXUFFM8JC8180NXKcP2PElVG5cu9moW4R42lTWX5hPw/s1396/121673150_10158803930372442_7151229228596515185_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1396" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhLgE1vAEIuuuF6W55lR5bTHNVji78pQMrTeI_OWemSCKAjGIeLu0WQ78jFpYVOheMc7I2KuMHxNXs15Y9TnyPpECiJm4IJnhtbXUFFM8JC8180NXKcP2PElVG5cu9moW4R42lTWX5hPw/s320/121673150_10158803930372442_7151229228596515185_o.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Happy 10th birthday, my little ray of sunshine. And thank you for your light. </span><span style="font-family: courier;">You’re a joy to know, a joy to raise, a joy to call my own. </span><span style="font-family: courier;">And for this I’m so very, very grateful.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Have a beautiful decade ahead.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Love,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Mimme</span></p>Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-46933972626576538682020-09-17T23:27:00.001+05:302020-09-19T23:22:44.130+05:30Soham, you are a pure magic!<p>I remember the day I found out you were coming. </p><p>I’m not proud of my initial reaction, but at that time, it was how I felt. I called a friend, who knew that I would be testing that day, in a panic because part of me wanted it to be true but again a part of me was shit scared. I woke your father and he literally jumped from the bed hearing the news. </p><p>Over the next few hours, I moved around in a fog. I struggled with lot of emotions. </p><p>My mind was occupied with thoughts of Shreya, who by then left for school. I thought a lot about how she would feel and what she would think.</p><p>I cried because I always wanted to give Shreya a company, the part I missed during my growing up year. And seeing that it all finally happening, I did not know how to react.</p><p>I felt overwhelmed because I was already jumping up and down with joy, recalling my pregnancy with Shreya, counting days for my maternity break, and doing all those things I imagined a woman who has been trying to get pregnant for years does.</p><p>But amidst all these thoughts and feelings, I prayed. </p><p>I just prayed.</p><p>Hours later I found myself seeing you for the first time in the scan machine. </p><p>You were already 7 weeks old and was oh so beautiful. </p><p>Your little heart was just beating away and even though I could hear it, I was unable to believe all that is happening around. The only regret I had at that moment was that your sister couldn’t be there to see you.</p><p>5th month scan was special because we got to see you more elaborately and that same day your sister was informed about the big news. I should have recorded her reaction. She was literally awe-stuck. Hours she stared at the scan print. There were happy tears and ample dose of group hugs.</p><p>With lots of excitement and planning, you finally landed in our arm almost 3 weeks before your due date.</p><p>It seems so cliche to say that time is fleeting. But especially when you are in the thick of motherhood, it’s true. I didn’t think I could possibly love another human being with that perfect balance of tenderness, fierceness, and joy yet you came along and proved my worried heart wrong. </p><p>In this one year, if anything I could boost and tell proudly about is the bond you share with your Diya. You’ve helped her blossom. She’s not missing anything because when you came along, you’ve made her world bigger. You’re teaching her gentleness and how to share her most loved people with you, her Mimme and Papa. You’re teaching her to have compassion and take her nurturing skills to next level. You’re teaching her to consider someone else first. And did I tell you how perfectly she is doing all that? This topic demands a lots to say and can safely be parked for a separate post.</p><p>I am afraid of forgetting these little years. I’m beginning to forget the earliest version of you. As we venture into the second year of your life, we look forward to more fun days ahead. More love and more adventure.</p><p>Darling, you make our family more complete. You were what we had been missing before we even knew it.</p><p>Welcome to toddlerhood, Soham.</p><p>Love and then more love.</p><p><br /></p>Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-3789364836100988402020-08-17T15:00:00.004+05:302020-08-17T15:00:33.113+05:30Quarantined Anniversary <p><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Thirteen years ago, these two twenty-something got married on a rainy August evening.</span></span></p><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: courier;">She'll tell you that it was fate that brought them together. He'll tell you that it was a coincidence, because there's no such thing as fate. She'll tell you he's wrong. </span></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: courier;">Now, thirteen years later, they remember that day as if it were yesterday. They have grown from being silly twenty-somethings to sillier duo. </span></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: courier;">Two adorable kids, a furry baby, doting parents, innumerable shared laughter, sacred tears and many answered prayers later, if anything, it just keeps getting better. </span></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: courier;">Here's to fate, or coincidence, or whatever you want to call it. Here's to meeting your soulmate.</span></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: courier;">No matter who tells the story, they both agree on one thing: </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: courier;">it was a good thing that they happened to tie knot, thirteen years ago.</span></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: courier;">Happy anniversary to us!</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIGjnRhTPBd9tlabtU9KTJTjLDRx-wsHyzOrvYmhZ_VdiaY1MQsYAIcGttXy-6kpYYC3fknxdU0B9RW4GW6lDaTXnHwvUdtAFvbJV4VzlJ6ZkNDVa0bijDmr82kiBQ2lWZzjZjtVTG6o/s1152/WhatsApp+Image+2020-08-15+at+10.36.18+PM.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="528" data-original-width="1152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIGjnRhTPBd9tlabtU9KTJTjLDRx-wsHyzOrvYmhZ_VdiaY1MQsYAIcGttXy-6kpYYC3fknxdU0B9RW4GW6lDaTXnHwvUdtAFvbJV4VzlJ6ZkNDVa0bijDmr82kiBQ2lWZzjZjtVTG6o/s640/WhatsApp+Image+2020-08-15+at+10.36.18+PM.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div></div></div>Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-91906386245237849072020-07-26T00:10:00.000+05:302020-07-26T00:10:17.345+05:30The man's birthday<div>"Papa knows everything!"</div><div>Well, that's the statement I keep hearing from my first born. And rightly so, every time my heart explodes seeing this father-dotty bond. </div><div>"Papa is here!"</div><div>Oh, how those simple words lift everyone’s mood.</div><div>This would mean the dog starts jumping up and down as soon as she hears the door opening. She can’t contain her excitement to see her favorite human.</div><div>The little one starting squealing seeing this and rush to grab him.</div><div>And the big kid stop what she is doing and starts school stories and asking homework questions.</div><div>That's the man who rules our heart...</div><div>... the one who don't "baby-sit" - he parents.</div><div>... the one who cooks breakfasts on weekends and make blanket forts like a boss.</div><div>... the one who plays with the kids all afternoon so that you can take that nap in peace.</div><div>... the one who wrestle on the living room floor and the kids look forward to this rough-housing.</div><div>... the one who rocks a diaper bag and still look cool.</div><div>... the one who is strong enough to carry our overgrown kid around and compete with her in games like there is no tomorrow.</div><div>... the ones who support my purpose and passion.</div><div>... the one who works hard, plays hard, and loves harder.</div><div>Another revolution around the sun.</div><div>Another milestone. Another year on walking this planet.</div><div>So as you step into the new, I wish for you a year of just enough surprise of magic and just enough comforting familiarity. A balance of enough challenges and the right amount of easy wins.</div><div>We never thought we could be more in love with you. Happy birthday, our super-hero.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQiGPw2UIkItL8bMpFoBrAicuvGhf-FxFZ-oSNfDXZ1jZEzqkOcLPgF7T3plmlOzt-CUld_8Bq6mWKzkjjGHlsu_3zM1wn4B1CPpNXL0CQfjQquLoO93HrHgBT3gP_ihQFKeZwUWbNhg/s900/WhatsApp+Image+2020-07-23+at+12.01.45+AM.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="506" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQiGPw2UIkItL8bMpFoBrAicuvGhf-FxFZ-oSNfDXZ1jZEzqkOcLPgF7T3plmlOzt-CUld_8Bq6mWKzkjjGHlsu_3zM1wn4B1CPpNXL0CQfjQquLoO93HrHgBT3gP_ihQFKeZwUWbNhg/s320/WhatsApp+Image+2020-07-23+at+12.01.45+AM.jpeg" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-9422335126719407762020-04-03T01:22:00.006+05:302020-07-31T12:13:52.438+05:30Birthday Post!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmqbeDH-O0RFm4OrpuMEO1-vIHFQ7h5EdSNtCKPBNffQUcrPV7_N2wdLw6jqfG5PrQy4BzecQrQmQ6KZtS6B70JBVDyTdqW_PDCjD_fV7tpNqXVmlVmvZRcJT4TMSK4BkdRCqvhU5RC-8/s849/WhatsApp+Image+2020-06-22+at+11.47.09+AM.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="849" data-original-width="389" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmqbeDH-O0RFm4OrpuMEO1-vIHFQ7h5EdSNtCKPBNffQUcrPV7_N2wdLw6jqfG5PrQy4BzecQrQmQ6KZtS6B70JBVDyTdqW_PDCjD_fV7tpNqXVmlVmvZRcJT4TMSK4BkdRCqvhU5RC-8/s640/WhatsApp+Image+2020-06-22+at+11.47.09+AM.jpeg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Topping my Gratitude list is all those people who made me feel so special yesterday. Laughter and fun. Phone call and face-time. Messages and video-conferencing.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">An impromptu virtual celebration by friends. That 12'o clock group hug with my precious'. Early morning call from Mom. Beautiful handmade card by the kid. The gifts which were hurriedly bought amidst the lock-down. Elaborate bday lunch prepared by my maid with the limited resource made available to her. Jonmo-din special payesh. And lastly the mellow, cotton-candy sunset to wrap the day.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Past year was filled with more new experiences than any other in a while. I’ve thought long and hard about how I can sum up the year that has gone by. I’ve written, re-written and written again, and yet the right way to put it together has eluded me. Continues to elude me. Feel a deep sense of contentment for all that life has brought for me that fuels my existence.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Another year older, not much wiser, somewhat less patient but nevertheless happier for the love and blessings in my life.</span></span></div>
Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-69260489624292952242020-04-03T01:19:00.003+05:302020-07-31T12:11:40.108+05:309!<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcFWudPF_rM5zRRkkyw_QHD_cPq4hmTgAG1CQRoyHLLRAzZeS26TQN3zb-JZfSdBu8YPM7-XhrMb7ltkAE60E5CBUnFkkbEfmqFjwH9beQZHL0tdNFX7EAjkarlwCdoNjXhJD8jyym2vw/s960/72266057_10157613761747442_7849130635556814848_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcFWudPF_rM5zRRkkyw_QHD_cPq4hmTgAG1CQRoyHLLRAzZeS26TQN3zb-JZfSdBu8YPM7-XhrMb7ltkAE60E5CBUnFkkbEfmqFjwH9beQZHL0tdNFX7EAjkarlwCdoNjXhJD8jyym2vw/s320/72266057_10157613761747442_7849130635556814848_n.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And then, she is 9...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 is where all baby fats are long gone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 is a lot of YouTube, and memes that you don’t understand.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 is binge watching both Bird Box and Ben-Holly at the same time.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 is Nancy Drew and Roald Dahl. Also Rebel girls and encyclopedias.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 thinks the teenagers in Stranger Things are awesome.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 is hours of yoga painting.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 finds public hugging revolting.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 now walks a few steps ahead of you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 is also a couple of inches to reach your height.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 still sing along to the car radio.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 is clinging to your body every night.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 melts your heart.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 tests your patience.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 breaks the rules.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 awakens love so exquisite that it scares you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 parents you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 is a teacher's pet.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 sneaks up on you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 showed up when you least expected her, but when you needed her most.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 is curious, illuminated by a series of neurons firing rapidly inside her not-quite-developed brain.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 wants you to read aloud her bedtime stories.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 is strikingly beautiful.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 is fiercely sullen one moment, exuberantly buoyant the next.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 is hard to catch. Much like a toddler.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 is always hurrying off to discover something new, but turning around to check if you are still there watching.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 needs her mom just like she needed as a baby.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 is growing up.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 is letting go.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9 is still your baby.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To my most loved person for the last 9 years.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Happy birthday.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I’m not sure what I’d do if you weren’t my punching bag, voice of reason, partner in crime, most honest critic and my pillow through all these years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You’re wished everything you wish for yourself and more. Just be the amazing human being you are and life will unfold as it should.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mimme & Papa</span>Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-23348498306969102782018-10-15T01:50:00.000+05:302018-10-15T10:54:42.847+05:30Someone's turned eight today!<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Today we celebrate Shreya. The girl with golden heart who stole our's 8 years ago. EIGHT...when exactly did that happen!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Just yesterday she was so tiny and squishy. Look at her now - she is practically a lady!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Shreya, you’d think in 8 years I might have nailed the process of parenting a bit. But on the contrary, I haven’t stopped learning every single day. You, on the other hand, has just about cornered perfection when it comes to being a daughter, a granddaughter, a student, a sister to your furry sibling, a friend. I couldn’t possibly be more proud that I have the privilege of watching you grow and helping to shape you into the remarkable young woman you are fast becoming.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">There is something about knowing that she is growing up so fast. It is that there is a part of me dying to keep her tiny – her curls wild, her expressive eyes filled with nothing but trust, her laughter contagious, her hand seeking mine for constant comfort.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When she was born on Durga Asthami, they said "Ma Durga has come to bless your home". My then manager messaging me, "What an auspicious day to have a baby girl!" Sure it is. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I don’t pretend to understand her completely. She is her own person. At some level she is beyond innocent. The kids her age are talking about Disney and princess and she too participates. But then next moment she asks if you know what the Great White Shark weighs. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">A girl who loves are books to the core, sleeps with her rebel-girls, fantasizes her fairy tales and equally adores her encyclopedia.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Over the last year, she begun swimming with help of her Dad and showing some serious amount of interest. I watch the supreme control she has over each muscle, the determination to get it right and the willingness to keep at it, and I admire it in one so young.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Being a Bengali, any form of art fascinates her. She loves her drawing and art-craft sessions and equally killing it at music and dance. Blue bong blood, I say!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">At eight, she truly believes that she’s a grown daughter who must take care of us. Foot rubs to put me to sleep on days that she notices me limping, scolds her father at the drop of hat, notes down grocery lists, cleans her room (on multiple reminder), insists on having a say in every household decision and rolls her eyes when I come up with something she believes to be untenable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">While I try to keep her away from my world of lifestyle journalism, it’s not easy and she loves picking up the magazines after I am done with them and looking at the bright and colorful pictures, pointing out which model’s outfit is the best. She has rather good taste for a child and will unerringly point out something strikingly stylish as her favourite. She loves watching me as I get ready. While I am at it, she is either prancing around in my heels or lying in the bed looking at me like I’m the most beautiful woman on earth. Just as I looked at Ma in her neatly done hair and graceful sari. And probably this is one of the many good things to have kids for – for those few moments when we’re perfect in someone’s eyes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">During this last year – her seventh, I have seen the most significant changes. Not in a form of physical milestone, rather I am witnessing now is the growth of her mind, of her heart. She is learning compassion and empathy. She is learning to give, to hurt, to be her own person.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Shreya, here is how I see you and what I wish for you in the coming year:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Extraordinary. Enthusiastic. Empowering. Entertaining.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I’m your mom, so clearly, I’m biased, but I do think you are extraordinary. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">You continue to empower me. When I look into your eyes, I see possibilities. You truly believe ANYTHING can happen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">And believe me, that is magic….</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The kind of magic I will bottle and do my best to sprinkle over you throughout my life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Delightful. Dynamic. Dreamer. Deserving. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">All this – all you. You delight me. I love your empathy, your enthusiasm, your sense of responsibility. Your seriousness towards your tasks. Your boundless energy, your endless affection for your loved ones. You dream big, you go after those dreams. You deserve to keep succeeding and we are here to help to make it happen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Everything.</b> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Yes. You are everything. There isn’t a mother on the planet who doesn’t want the best of everything for their small people. I feel the same. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I wish you everything: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">hard times – so you know how to pick yourself back up, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">good times – so the joy is real, the laughter is big, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">loyal friends – so you value the treasure that is ‘people who get you’, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">those who disappoint – so you understand the value of loyalty and you will seek it out, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">BIG losses – so you learn how to evaluate and be better</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">BIG wins – so the losses will feel like a stepping stone and the people who supported during the losses, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">LOVE – because we all deserve it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Remember – you are loved. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Do you see that face staring back at you when you look in the mirror? She is a jewel. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">There isn’t a day that goes by that I am not grateful for your presence in my world. Realize that one of the greatest gifts you can give to yourself is love. If you know your worth, you will be mindful of how you allow others to treat you. Never ever compromise on how you are treated. NEVER..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">You are a beautiful work in progress. Embrace it. And know that you have two of the biggest cheerleaders in the world ready to pick you up when you fall and lead the rally when you succeed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Darling, you’re growing so fast. I spend more and more time with you, clinging to what it is that I seek from motherhood, but it slips through my fingers and rushes on. I have no complaints. I have received more than I ever thought I would.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Happy, happy birthday.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Mimme</span>Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-10041239127933132062018-03-07T21:52:00.001+05:302018-03-07T21:52:58.250+05:30Happy International Women's day, Shreya!<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hello Shreya,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Happy women's day, my little lady.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My strong, smart, beautiful girl...my indomitable 7-years-old. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Reading a wonderful post by a blogger friend inspired me. So here I am attempting to tell you some of the very basic tips of my life which I would like you to hold dear to your heart. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Shreya, I know you are too young to understand it now but I hope you read this when you are 14, and 24, and 44 and 84. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1. Follow Your Heart</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I believe that our heart knows what is right and what is best. Sometimes when we want something (or someone) that isn't for us, we try to justify or rationalize it, but the heart knows. Now when I look back, I am so proud that I listened to my heart in most of my decisions and I am sure you will never ever repent when you do that. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2. People First</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Things are nice to have. Pretty, shiny things, perhaps even nicer. And some things are necessary. But remember things do not make life worth living. People do. Material possessions can be replaced; people cannot. I cannot emphasis this more, sweetheart. Love them while they are here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">3. Nothing like 'love'</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When you grow up, you will realize that I wasn't as perfect as you believed. You will realize I wasn't the best at story-telling or singing or dancing. You will realize there are better chefs than me. That sometimes I wasn't really busy; I was faking it for some me-time. But I hope you will see that I was really great at one thing: loving you. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It's one of the things people will remember most about you: the way you treated them, the way you valued them, the way you loved them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">4. Be You</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If you ask your Papa for dating advice one day, he will most likely tell you to be you. And he is right. When someone falls for you, you want them to fall for the person you are, not the person you thought they wanted you to be. The right person will have the ability to love an imperfect you...perfectly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">5. Cherish simple moments</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As I see you growing, I am constantly reminded of how precious time is. How fast the small moments pass. Before I could realize, your graduated from babyhood to a fiercely independent toddler. And before I would know it, you will no longer be the little girl as you are today. Soon you will come out of my nest to fetch your dreams. But for now, while I have you here with me, I will hold you in my arms each chance that I get..because you don't get moments back; you are only left with memories.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">6. Love Yourself</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do you see that face staring back at you when you look in the mirror? She is a jewel. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She is beautifully and radiantly and wonderfully made. While people will often first notice you for your looks, your looks are only a part of who you are. Your heart, your character, and your intelligence have the ability to outshine those bright eyes and pouty lips. Realize that one of the greatest gifts you can give to yourself is love. If you know your worth, you will be mindful of how you allow others to treat you. Never ever compromise on how you are treated. Never...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I wish I had patience to write some more gyan right now but lets leave them for another session. However, having said that, above all these lessons and tips, I want you to know that it is amazing to be your mother, to hold you through your childhood, to be a witness to all that you are and all that you are becoming. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Love forever,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>Today you are seven. Seven years old! So far as you are concerned, this means you can now get on and rule the world. And I think you are probably right. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>Not sure if this is something to do with your age that you act quite a diva now. You like the spotlight, love attention and soak in its glory. I worry at times that this might just hamper you becoming the person you could. But I guess that is just a mother worrying about something for lack of something truly worrisome.</i></span><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I guess I don’t need to. You have your heart in the right place and that matters a lot to make this world a little better place. I remember your kindergarten teacher in Canada telling me once, "This girl stands for herself and is capable of fighting her own battle". I see those comments coming true. You stand for yourself and always ready to fight for the underdog. Never ever change, whatsoever.</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>This year you started big school, to Grade one. And I can’t help but feel bereft. My little baby spends longer hours in school and joining the rat race. But hardly there was any transition hiccups. You were ready from the word go. I hear people worrying about sudden shift in syllabus from grade 1 but all thanks to you that we, as a parents, have hardly felt that shift. You were and still is your teacher's pet. "Her sincerity is something which stands her out and you are blessed to have a child like Sanchita", was exactly what was told to me by her new teacher and I could not help but just give a nod while trying to hide my tears.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>When you do something you know I disapprove of, you walk up to me and pull me down for a kiss. Every time you do not clean your mess. Every time I scream like a banshee. Every time you do not finish your tiffin. Every time I find you without socks. You kiss me on the forehead to shut me up, and walks off. Again, without your socks. I groan in frustration. You definitely take after your father.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>Before I forget, I have to mention that there is an increasing streak of fair play and diplomacy that you have started showing off late. So if I grab a hand and drag you in for a hug, you will not just submit but twist around and plant a huge kiss on my forehead (in the sweetest, almost paternal way). And I’ll say, “I love you, my little queenie’ and you will nod, accepting it and add, ‘ Yes, and Papa loves me too’ . </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>The other day we all were lazing on the bed in one of those rare moments of peace, a book in my hand, a dry leaf in the your hand, S poring over a newspaper and I turned around and squeezed the living daylights out of you and say, ‘You’re my life’. You solemnly responded with ‘Yes, and Papa's life too’. Just so that your Papa doesn’t feel left out, simply because he’s not verbal and demonstrative.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>And while we’re on the topic, can I add how much I love these moments? </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>We’re now at a stage where you are old enough to be absorbed in whatever you are, at the moment. And yet you are young enough to still think of your body as a part of mine. Arms and legs entangled, soft cheeks pressed against my arm, thoughts unselfconsciously expressed.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>In your own childlike way, you surely calms me down, Shreya. You make me see what is important and what is merely a frill. With your ancient wisdom, you makes me a better person. And isn’t that what it usually boils down to? What the other person makes you feel? Well, you make me want to be a better person. Create a better world for you.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>We shifted house two months back and quite interestingly in our new complex most of the people know us as "Shreya's parents". You are undoubtedly our celebrity. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>We’re gradually falling into one of those legendary volatile mother-daughter relationships, both so alike in temperament. There are days we hug and kiss each other until our mouths dry up and other days when I scream and you stomps around the house with a scowl painted on to your face. The man of the house take one look at the tempers flaring and wisely decides to ignore and not take sides.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>I don’t know if women are born wise and nurturing, but for all the running around the house, clowning around, you instinctively knows when someone is unwell. Mimme? Why are you making that face? Is your leg hurting? Is your head aching? And you run around plumping pillows. Foot rubed to put me to sleep on a day that you noticed me limping, scolds your father if he works with laptop on his lap, runs to bring a cushion to put that laptop, talks to Twinkle when she looks gloomy, comforts her like no one else does.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>The other morning I oiled your hair and you sit there with your hair up in a clip, in your pajamas. You’re engrossed in that very rare treat, the iPad, tapping your sock clad feet in time to the music and all of a sudden you’re not 7, you’re 17 and I feel my eyes shining with tears. This is it. It’s over. I had just this much time to be mother to my baby. Darling, you’re growing so fast. I spend more and more time with you, clinging to what it is that I seek from motherhood, but it slips through my fingers and rushes on. I have no complaints. I have received more than I ever thought I would.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>Happy Birthday my little Brat – I love you more than life itself. I am so proud that you are mine.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>Love you for ever,</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Its been almost 24 hours that you turned six but it has yet not sinked into me. Six, the age of being politically correct, the age of perfection. The age of saying things as they are. Of doing things as they should be done. I should be delighted, but strangely, I am not. I love it when you say things the way they are not. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don’t know what milestone this year hold. I have never kept a track of whether you were doing age-appropriate things. It has never bothered me. All I know is that you are perfect to me and you brought out the child in me. The child I was mostly exhilarated to find.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You wore my dresses, my shoes, my jewelry, you turned my dupattas into saris and gowns, you twirled me and pretended to lift me up, like a ballet dancer and it reminded me, this is how I was as a child. I too wanted to be a dancer, although I am sure I wasn’t as graceful as you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For the last two years, birthdays have meant a big deal to you and you have already become somewhat of an expert in all these arrangements, yours being the most important, of course. This year, you told me. “On my birthday, I will do whatever I want to do for the whole day.” I quickly agreed, and this is what we did through-out the day. We slept like there is no tomorrow, baked, had homemade food, you played while I prepared your favorite dessert, both decked-up in sari, prepared for puja at home and then read until we collapsed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As I write this post you rush up to me with yet another bit of dog related trivia -they’re your latest obsession. (All thanks to Twinkle and her antics that we need absolutely nothing in our life to entertain us.) I don’t pay attention to a word, smiling at you besottedly and tousling your curls. I am a bad mother to you. Bad, because I find it hard to look beyond my love for you. I am so absorbed with indulging in it, examining it, working my way through it, that I am unable to rouse myself enough to scold you. It helps that you rarely need any correction.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I’m glad I didn’t try to ‘toughen you up’, because I’d be going against your nature and turning you into something alien. Everyday you make the world a better place with your gentle smile and your dreamy eyes. Just yesterday when we started reading a Encyclopedia which I choose as one of your gifts, you teared up when you heard about volcano and earthquake. You hugged me tight while you slept and I soaked up in the softness of your cheeks. Your feet are almost the same size as mine and I run my fingers through your rough but perfect curls. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mostly you just ignore me and my fussing over your hair and keep your nose buried in your book. When you’re not reading, you’re drawing - creating a fantasy world and each creation absolutely stunning. Or singing in your own tune or maybe dancing the latest steps your teacher taught. You are so excellently good in all of them that if I ever have to choose anyone from the list, I would fail (anti-jinx, anti-jinx).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This year you will go to big school, to class one. And I can’t help but feel bereft. My little baby will spend longer hours in an unknown school, out of her second home "Foundation School" which has given us so much in past 3 years that I will always be in debt of it. I worry yes, more so, because you are a little girl in a violent world. I worry because you are trusting – having a full time two sets of grandparents who were always present with us to support you, giving you no reason to suspect others. And that just makes it harder for me as well as for you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘She looks just like you..’ people say and I look at them in pride as well as shock. Not at all, I want to say and I’m not being modest. But I remember the same scene over and over again – years of visitor telling my mother that I look like her, and she looking quite annoyed. Maybe its a family thing. Maybe we are obsessed with our daughters. Maybe our daughters are a distilled version of us, each generation a little sharper than the previous.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Time’s flying and my little baby is turning into a kid with personality to rival any adult’s. I watch you slip through my fingers, light as sand, delicate as foam, strong as silken thread.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Welcome to year 6, Shreya, Your father says this is just the first 6. The other 66 will appear in time and you are gonna rock them equally gracefully.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gentle, sensitive, compassionate, stubborn, affectionate – you are everything that your Papa is, probably ten times over.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As for me, when I grow up to that age, I want to be like you. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And just like that, I know someday you will grow up and win over everyone who ever crosses your path. You tire me but fascinate me and again drive me nuts – and yet, I’m your biggest fan.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I love you.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">With a wee bit of indecision or so he mistakenly thought,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">While he looked for an excuse to make a run to the the mall,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">The wife asked the right questions to make him stall.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">So is the husband thinking clothes or a watch?, she quipped, </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Neither, answered the husband, a wee bit tight-lipped. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Hmmm, she smiled and said, so the man hasn't bought it yet?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">No, he said kindly, but then I kind of know what to get.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Sure enough a day later the wife saw something right near the bed,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Which looked like a gift bag, that she opened in a tad.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">There it was, an iPhone to her surprise,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">The very thing which she had set her eyes.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Disclaimers:</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Poem reflective of actual events.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Knowing the wife for over a decade helps the man to decide the 'surprise' very easily **wicked grin**</span></span>Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-61990982134072007062016-07-22T11:51:00.002+05:302016-07-22T11:53:05.632+05:30Happy birthday to the man!<div>
<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">He is Hobbes when I am Calvin</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">He is Woody when I want to be Buzz</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">And he is Vice when I want to be Versa (and sometimes the other way too)</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">He is the S on the superman logo</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">He is laughter when I need some lightening up.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">And sometimes he is the tears too.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">He is there, an unfailing safety net</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">He persists long after I have given up</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">He brings a perspective I would have never seen</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">He listens patiently even when he knows I am wrong</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">He has in him a capacity to love me like no one else</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">Also to annoy me like nobody else (wonder if they go together too)</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">He is a part of me.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">Happy birthday to the man.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">Another year older and maybe a little wiser, you still make my world go around. Whatever you wish for, I hope it’s momentous. Here's to a year full of good things!</span></span></div>
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Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-86866095760111816832016-07-04T16:35:00.001+05:302016-07-04T16:35:37.330+05:30Dream on<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I want to finish my dream,” Shreya announced today as I wake her. I know the weather is lovely and perhaps it makes for better dreams too. I often envy her for having whole, vivid dreams, full of texture and detail, unlike my fractured, muddly ones.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On striking a conversation with her, she told that these days she dreams a lot about mermaids and she told me that I woke her just as she was about to turn into one. I felt really guilty about that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Some days I wish I could have the sleep of my childhood when dreams were things you slept for. Once in a while, when I do have them, and I wake up thinking of them, I do try and go back to sleep, before my rational mind gets in the way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Shreya once excitedly told me, “You can change your dreams Mimme!” It seems all you have to do is think really hard about what you want your dream to be just before you go to bed. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I have changed my dreams many times,” she said. It is when I realized that as adults, we accept reality too quickly. And that makes us give up on dreams and the world of magic too easily.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This early morning conversation kind of hit me really hard and I kept on thinking over it throughout my day. And every time it crossed my mind, I found myself smiling and a silent wish came from my heart. A wish to dream on. It’s the only thing that will last a lifetime, if she lets it. So Shreya, dream all the things you want, all the things that you wish for because if you can dream it, you can make it real.</span>Canvas Of my Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581734386263322811noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655834617732440244.post-65366641416711250152016-06-28T15:01:00.005+05:302016-06-28T16:34:39.693+05:30Life comes in full circle<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Growing up in Silchar amongst the whole gang of relatives from both side of parents, one of my biggest privilege was solid dose of family gatherings. Close-knit family get-togethers and the functions used be a regular affair. </span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">For some of those where I could not tag along, my greatest pleasure used to be watching my parents get ready. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">Right from choosing the perfect sari and jewellery to go with it, I used to witness the whole of it. While Ma would be struggling to run a comb through her mass of waist length hair, my dad would be ready in no time and waiting patiently for her. I’d be strutting around in Ma’s vertiginous stilettos. She’d catch my eyes in the mirror and give a smile back. And then I’d regretfully give back her heels and watch her slip her beautiful feet into them, her slender neck barely able to hold up that massive bun. Spritz of perfume and they’d kiss me and leave in a cloud of perfume and fantasy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Fast forward 20 years and I find that while I get ready to dress, Shreya is either prancing around in my heels or lying in the bed looking at me like I’m the most beautiful woman on earth. Just as I looked at Ma in her neatly done hair and graceful sari.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">And probably this is one of the many good things to have kids for – for those few moments when we’re perfect in someone’s eyes. And this is what childhood memories are made up of – perfume, music, magic and nip of wonderful stories.</span><br />
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