Your feet were flat like me and your grandma’s, the kind that make wearing ballerinas difficult.
You had a face like me, but your maasi said it was like your mom’s. You had hair like me, at least it appeared so. You had eyes like your mom, a tinge of brown in them and the same sparkle as hers. Your nose was like me and your grandma, a bit flat but cute nonetheless. You had long fingers, the kind that pretty girls with cute nail polishes have. We just loved watching you sleep, watching you taking your tongue out from time to time and stretching your cute little arms and legs from time to time. You were unaware of all this of-course, mostly sleeping blissfully, occasionally peeing and pooping. Your grandma stayed with you and your mom at night, while me and your maasi stayed during the day. The next few days were a blur of activities. Right there I fell in love with you baby. When they first showed you to us, you looked so angry as if someone had woken up from your peaceful sleep and you looked at all of us with such an annoying face. And then the love poured in automatically. We weren’t disappointed by any chance dear, just positively shocked. All the signs and all the world’s wisdom said it was gonna be a boy. To be frank, we were all shocked for a wee bit, when the doctor came out and said, “Congrats it’s a baby girl”. But, I will leave all the gory details to my wife and her articles.
STATUTORY WARNING: Although everything i have written above is true, these are just the rosy details, which they show you in barjatya movies and we believe them like fools. PS: I am gonna kill those bastards (mosquitoes) who dare to taste your blood. But all that pain is erased by just one little smile of yours that feels like a glass of 25 year old scotch after a long and tiring day. You don’t let us sleep properly, you constantly beg for food and you always want our attention. But these moments that we ( your mom and I) have spent with you will always be precious. You are three months now, and before we blink you will be 6 and then 12. The former are important people, and you must love them back. There are people who love you and care about you and then there are others who just pretend. And I cannot tolerate the slightest harm or even discomfort coming your way. We will try to keep you that way as much as possible and as long as things don’t spiral out of our hands like you are beginning to do so with that big head of yours.īaby, over the last three months I have begun to realize the meaning of what the ancients said about having their life in their pet parrots.
#Oye stupid pandu wake up ringtone full#
Simple innocent, brooding yet full of curiosity and most importantly without any tricks. The world is a complex place and people turn into complex creatures when they grow up. You wanna see the world even though you don’t understand any of it now. You don’t like to lie down all the while now. Your hands, with those long fingers, when they go over my face as if in search for something, baby I swear I just wanna keep running a loop in time there like that Dr. Oh baby, you will kill countless people with that smile of yours. Your lips, they make that shape that makes you hold on to your nerves, to wait for those precious syllables to come out and then they curve into that naughty naughty smile. You will melt the hearts of countless guys my princess, with those big killer eyes. A mischief that turns into innocence when you want to get what you want. You seem like the curious kind baby, as long as you are satisfied in your tummy. It is easier said than done though, what with one hand on the phone (where i type this) and one hand trying to keep you upright and not crying. I just wanted to put something down to preserve this memory. Should check you head for any evil marks now. But girl i described an evil kid back then. It was a boy I assumed then, but then as the great Mahavir Singh Phogat has said, “Apni chori koi choro se kam hai kay”.Īnyways the point being, I remembered that post today and now having spend 3 short months with you, I was wondering whether you would really turn out to be the one I described earlier. Years ago, I wrote this post which was a fictional blog post written by my future child. Things have gotten better but there’s still a lot to go.
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