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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...

23 rd   June 2018.   10:47pm .  Hello lil one,  I just saw your movement for the first time today, not more than a few seconds ago. I have been feeling you twist and turn inside me for a few weeks now, your presence getting stronger every day. Your dad had been desperately trying to feel you move, but he couldn’t. Today you have been moving pretty rapidly.   I was hoping he could feel something today. His eyes light up and I can actually see his excitement when I tell him you’re moving (I don’t know what he is like when you read this, but at the moment, your father never shows his emotions). So, you must realize how much it means to him when he hears me brag about you moving. He feels really left out somehow. Let’s get to the actual reason that led me to write to you in the first place. Well, I had planned to document every step of your journey right from the very beginning. But it was difficult manufacturing you. Very energy consuming. So today when...

Remember the time back in school when your best friend got a different class division from you? Or the time when you did not get admission in your preferred course or college? Or the time you had that really serious fight with your closest friend or when someone you blindly trusted betrayed you. How impossible life seemed at that point! Didn’t it? Felt like nothing is ever going to be the same, or as if this is the end, game over, I will never ever be happy again. And remember when you got past it? Remember how you made an excelling career out of a course that you never imagined doing or making friends of a lifetime in the college that you never wanted to go to? How you learnt that everyone is not always who they seem to be and even the most innocent looking people can sometimes turn out to be the worst nightmares of your life! The lesson here is, no matter what happens, nothing is permanent. This feeling of immense sorrow that you might be feeling right now, or the feeling o...