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HEADSUP: This is going to be a baby obssessed mother's rant about her baby!! This was supposed to be a facebook post or a short Instagram story. But the more I thought about it, the more it hit me.  "The purest form of love is not a mothers' but it is that of a child" I know, I know I've said it before, but the more real something seems to me, the more I want to write about it. My kid is almost 2, and every single day, atleast a hunderd times I feel the purity of his love. Scientifically, a kid is a parasite that grew in your uterus, sucked out all the calcium from your bones and latched on in there till it was ready to deal with the world. And even then, he stayed latched on to you everytime he needed nutrition and your selfless body knew exactly how to take care of his every growing demand. So why do I call his love so pure? His nutrition sucking parasitic love. Sometimes I wonder if its just the hormones which make me fall more in love with my parasite or is he...

“Sometimes I feel like a supermom and sometimes like a disaster waiting to happen,” said every working mom ever. What? Don’t look at me, I have been a working mom for less than a month, and this one almost-month has been one hell of a roller-coaster ride (I say that too often, don’t I?) Well, for all of you who don’t know, mommy got herself a job this month. Obviously, mommy’s obsession with baby did not let her go out get a regular job, so she is doing a stay at home, but pretty time consuming and challenging job. When you want to get that every minute of complete concentration on your work while your baby sleeps, you don’t sit on the study table that you were so keen on turning into your home office or outside your bedroom on the huge airy, with-an-excellent-view-of-nature terrace, the former coz you can’t risk waking up your baby with the clanking of the laptop keys or your stupid hushed voice over calls, and the latter because the time you might take to come back when yo...

It’s a tradition that we have been following, the letter writing. At least one letter on every special occasion. Ofcourse I will tell my baby stories about his childhood when he grows up, but this feeling of unimaginable, heart exploding love I feel for him is worth documenting from time to time. So here goes, a late first birthday letter to my little man, the best baby in the whole universe, the most perfect son, the one who makes me count my blessings…. Hey Abu Baby.. Yes, that’s what I’m calling you these days. I can’t believe you are already a year old. You are so much bigger now than the little new-born we were waiting to meet at the hospital. I used to fear holding the tiny you back then. Scared that I will mess you up. You were so little and so fragile. Now you are my big big boy who laughs or at least smiles every time I look at him. Your eight perfect teeth. The squint of your joyous eyes. The way your cheeks rise. God!! I love it when you smile. I have neve...

It’s my baby’s half birthday today. He turned 6 months old. The past 6 months have been a roller coaster ride. The best ride of my life. With him, I have discovered who I truly am, how patient I can be and the limits my love and selflessness can cross for another person. Every moment of the past 6 months has been so special that it deserves to be engraved in our memories forever. To my little munchkin…. Hey Abdul Wahid, You turned 6 months old today, as I write this letter. The past 6 months have been the best half year of my life. I want to recall and freeze every little moment of the past half year in my mind. The first month, you were this tiny little new-born, who just slept and cried and fed and pooped and back to sleep. All my memories of you from your first month include me staring at you as you peacefully slept, missing you when you were in fact right in front of my eyes, yet dreading you waking up and start wailing again. I felt so overwhelmed as every...