2 tiny hands and tiny feet, eyes like sparkling diamonds
Petite nose and rosy lips
Welcome to our world little princess
You have brought us joys untold
"Its a baby girl just as you wished for"- as I heard these words uttered by the nurses at Cloud Nine, I broke into tears, tears of such exuberance as I had never felt before, my little Angel whom I had dreamt of was now with me. I had always wished for my first child to be a baby girl.Not that I'm prejudiced against boys, I would definitely love for her to have a little brother (and wish that they share the special bond that I share with my younger brother). But a girl child always had this teeny weeny extra special place in my heart.
I vividly remember the days which I spent waiting for you, the animated discussions mom and I had about you each day , looking forward to catch a glimpse of you in the scans, fervently praying that all my reports are fine. How motherhood alters our life even before the little one is born- eating things I would have scoffed upon in the past, giving up the most tempting delicacies like KFC , caffeine, wine, minimizing my Chinese food intake, its funny my cravings for these forbidden things went up during this time. Going for walks- something I had hardly done prior to my pregnancy, looking at baby websites instead of shoes and clothes for myself(ok let me be honest, I looked up both).
As my due date drew near I waited restlessly each day for you to come, this was probably one of the longest waits given my impatient nature. Finally you decided you have tested my patience enough and you would now reward me with my most desired and the best gift that I had received till date.
As I felt you come out and heard your cry and I saw a distinct image of you being taken away to be cleaned, I couldn't actually believe that my baby was finally here. All my fears about labor pain, whether I would be able to withstand it, would my little one be hale and hearty and many such questions which had haunted me since so many months were finally answered.I heaved a sigh of relief and thanked Almighty for the wonderful gift he had bestowed upon me. You were brought to me and you looked at me with your big and beautiful eyes and I knew I was in love with you. It seemed like a miracle when the nurse asked me to feed you and I said I have no idea how this works, but as she assisted me, you instinctively started feeding as if its something not new to you. I was besotted and felt that its not the first time I 'm seeing you and we knew each other since ages.( Of course I spoke to you a lot and you responded with equal enthusiasm by your kicks)
The day you were born I realized why they call it labor and when I saw my mom, it dawned upon me(quite literally) what she had gone through to bring me into this world. I shed a silent tear and thanked God for my pillar of strength. I realized a midst the pain and the fear, the countless days and hours of waiting for you, the fear of what's in store for me now, how would I be managing in a few months time once I had to get back to work, would I ever shed all this extra weight ,of course it was not going to be easy , having and raising a child after all is no child's play. But as I held you in my arms , cuddled you, showered you with countless kisses and entwined my fingers with your tiny ones, I knew it was worth it and I would not have it any other way. Life was certainly going to get tougher but your presence in it will give me the strength and courage to face it.
Bhagwan you speak English with your daughter? What is happening these days?
People want to show off and are forgetting their roots”. I have heard this many times. Earlier my
reaction used to be - apologetic. I would keep quiet and try to ignore the comment
and find an escape route. But now if someone dares to talk to me about this
matter, I snap them off then and there. I am unapologetic I don't think I have
done anything wrong which I need to feel ashamed about. So yes I do speak in
English at home and this is my first language. No qualms about it. And
it's not because of an inter caste marriage in fact I have been speaking
English as a first language right since childhood. To give you some background
on how this came to be. My mother’s parents belonged to Mangalore ( it's a
coastal town in Karnataka) they migrated to Bombay in search of a livelihood
when they were young. They married, had kids and their kids were brought up by
a maid. As my mom and her brother lived…
As Aesha tapped her heel restlessly at the Visa Consulate, one
might just think of her as yet another young woman who has set her heart on an
overseas dream, a future in the greener pastures and she is probably nervous if
her visa will be stamped or not as her fate can either be made or broken by
this one seal (or the lack of it). But for Aesha , her tumultuous mind couldn't
be tamed today. While she was at
the cusp of an important milestone in her career and getting the visa would
mean she inches one step closer to her dream professionally- somewhere she
shuddered to think of how it would impact her love life and the very foundation
of her marriage. It seemed like
yesterday- Aman and Aesha met at a sangeet and got talking. They hit it
instantly and never realized where time flew. They would always chuckle when
they got to know later that this had been set up by their parents. Aesha was a young, dynamic, super smart, intelligent woman who was
a great fan of Sheryl Sandberg and truly…
"And they lived happily ever after"- as Aesha closed the story book, little Anya was asleep, her tiny hand holding Aesha's arm firmly. With one more loving look at the little angel, she gently unwound her arm and tucked her into bed. She sighed and wondered- Is it really happily ever after? Maybe she should alter these fairy tales and tell her daughter more real world stories. The chilly air outside continued to blow. Aesha looked out of the window. It had been 6 months she moved to New York and she loved the vibrant and energetic city. Little Anya had settled down quickly too, much to her surprise and delight. She absolutely loved the day care in Aesha's office where she spent her day with other kids of her age. Aesha loved the new office, the energy levels and enthusiasm was at a new high. Being the Head Office, it was abuzz with activity. One thing that she found in stark contrast to India was that people took their work life balance very seriously. No one would st…