As I age, I’ve realized my circle (‘Circle’ here means the people I call mine, the people I am closed to, the people who understand me, the people who know the true me) keeps getting smaller. I have no room for people who are fake or pretend to be my friend or well wishers. Does this happen to you too? I feel life is too precious to be wasted on wrong relationships. Keeping my circle small and close has really given me the opportunity to stay away from unnecessary ‘pretend’ friendships, gossips, from getting wronged and getting heart broken. I still get misjudged because I can’t change other’s perception about me, neither do I care, nor do I have the time and energy to do so. I love my small world and love the people in it and also love being loved by them unconditionally.
Here, in a cotton saree gifted by the mothership on a Sunday afternoon – leaving for a day of errands. Punjabi jutti is from a local shop in Amritsar from my recent trip to India. I have never worn a cotton saree before, and this saree completely changed my perception of cotton sarees. What a breeze!
Like I said last time, yesterday was my daughter’s third birthday and her party was a blast! At least for me it was. Last night when I was lying in bed next to my doll putting her to sleep, somehow I just couldn’t hold back my tears. All the memories – from the day she was born… to when she took her first steps… to when turned one… to when she called me ‘mamma’ for the first time… to when she became a big sister… all these beautiful memories kept flashing in front of my eyes. It was pitch dark in the room but I could see everything crystal clear. All I want is to imprint these special memories in my mind in such a way that they never fade. If only I could just pause the time, this is such a precious time of my life. My older one now communicates her feelings and showers us with hugs and kisses. If only I could bottle up her innocence and sweetness I totally would. It’s very, very hard for me to put this love, this motherly feeling in words. I am BEYOND grateful to the almighty that I got to experience the gift of motherhood – not once but TWICE! So then, I picked up my phone and started typing everything I was feeling right then. I’ve never attempted at any such thing before, so here it goes –
आज क्या लिखूँ ..??
एक बेटी की आस थी तब ज़िंदगी में तुम आई नन्ही सी जान लगा मानो घर भर गया दिल को सुकून मिल गया तुम्हारी बड़ी बड़ी आँखें.. प्यारी सी नाक़ सबने कहा अपने पापा पर गई हो पायल पहने पुरे घर में दौड़ती थी
नजाने कब तुम इतनी बड़ी हो गई.. अब पटर पटर बोलती हो कितने सवाल करती हो मम्मा मम्मा कह पूरा दिन तंग करती हो कभी अपना बेस्ट फ्रेंड बना लेती हो और कभी रूठ जाती हो फिर तुरन्त मान भी जाती हो
अपनी मासूमियत और चंचल अदाओं से सबको ख़ूब हसाती हो
तुम्हीं से तो है घर – घर मेरा तुम्हीं तो मेरी परी हो अपने पापा की गुड़िया और दादी की लाडो रानी नानी की तो फुलझड़ी हो
और क्या लिखूँ… वो शब्द नहीं बने जो बता सकें की तुम मेरे लिए क्या हो बस ईश्वर का आशीर्वाद हो मेरी प्यारी सी बेटी मेरी Keva तुम जियो हज़ारों साल Happy birthday मेरी लल्ली ❤️
We clicked these pictures after my girl’s birthday party got over. I am surprised how well the saree held its shape and was actually a breeze through out the event. Of course I had to wear a saree! Another gift from dear mothership. Aren’t mothers just awesome! Thanks mom, love you.