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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...

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...