Category: Family

Love…

A thousand promises for you I hold,
Each as pure as the first drop of dew,
Love me once, and a deeper meaning of love,
I’ll reveal to you,

I’ll be the picture that you’ll paint of love,
On the twilight skies I’ll be your soul,
I’ll be the vision,

of hopes and dreams in your eyes,

And if there be a darkness to your life,
I’ll be the warmth of the morning ray,

I’ll be the comfort that you’ll return to,
At the end of a long weary day,


And I promise you, that I’ll love you,
The way you have never been loved before.
And with each day that you love me,
You’ll know, that I love you even more.

Sigh!! This one not only brightened my day today but will brighten every day henceforth. What a lovely surprise from my husband today;-)

Happy Birthday Mumma

Two years ago:
Me: Where is my white Punjabi?
Her: How am I supposed to know? Should be in your wardrobe
Me: Well it isn’t there; that’s why I’m asking
Her: Did you check in the trolley below or on the bed where your clothes are generally lying about, with you bothering to fold them
Me: Do you always have to bring it up when I’m getting late; I’ll do it when I get back in the evening
Her: That moment never comes
Me: Anyways found it, it was in the trolley and don’t say I told you so. What’s in the tiffin today
Her: Baingan Bharta
Me: Why, no other good vegetable?
Her: You don’t eat many that I can have a variety
Me: Where is my water bottle
Her: Here, you can’t even fill it
Me: Bye…see you in the evening
15 years ago:
Me: The plaits are not symmetrical
Her: Minu your bus will arrive in 10 minutes they look fine
Me: No they don’t, undo them and tie them again
Her: There done it
Me: Still not in line
Her: Minu the school bus is waiting, and I too have to leave for office. Here is your lunch basket, go properly
Me: Bye, but they are still not in line

I am an only child so you were my sister and my friend. I fought with you, threw tantrums and harassed you.
As a kid when I had holiday from school and you had to go for office I would not stop wailing. I know how guilty I must have made you feel.

After a tiring day at work I’ve seen you enter the kitchen without a crib and cook the best food in the world day in and out. Make hot hot chappatis for me as I loved them. You would set my tiffin, prepare my lunch basket, tie my hair, dress me up and pack me off to school. You would take me around for my dance and singing classes. You would take my Hindi and Marathi language lessons and I would give you a horrendous time over the grammar. My shopping visits were incomplete without you, still are! We both used to have a great time eating outside though you would always complain that I ate too much of outside food; but whenever we went out you made it a point to take me to my favourite places.

As I grew up I started spending lesser amount of time at home and more in college and with friends. A new world was beckoning me and I was enjoying it. You on the other hand were letting me do so despite missing my presence in the house. We would have umpteen fights over numerous issues and then I would not talk to you until Papa came and made us two patch up. I enjoyed that because you would just let go of all the anger and pamper me again. Saying sorry even though not your fault came so easily to you and why is it that I find it so tough?

You had a tremendous sense of discipline just like Papa which both of you inculcated in me. I was scared to go away from home for my first job and you gave me the courage to do so.

You just let me be, with all the faults and all the flaws. You missed Papa but you took care of us just fine. You were just glad he had been around till I was a grown up little lady. There are times when I’ve not been there for you and I feel really sorry for that. You would complain and then come back saying you understood that I had other things to do.

Now that I’m married, I know where I keep my clothes, my wardrobe is never a mess, I do my own cooking (they tell me I have inherited your taste), my room is as spic-n-span as you always stressed it should be. But when I get back to our home I will always need you. It’s not about doubling your work, but it’s about getting to see you do those things for me day in and out without tiring; which just about explains the love you have for me.

I hope someday when I have my own little one I’ll be able to do half of what you have done for me.

No daughter in this world takes her mom for granted even though all moms feel that, especially not a loving one like yours. I might not say it often but you are the best mom I could have ever asked for. I don’t need a special day to tell you this but since I don’t express often, I thought why not today?
So that is your little present and here is wishing you a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMA

Happy Birthday Papa…

Your face lit up,
The day you held her in your arms,
Years of waiting, years of prayers,
Had finally brought the smiles.

The man above chose a wonderful day,
To let her walk into your world of two,
The same auspicious day,
He had chosen to unite you two.

Home of two,
Now abode of three,
Two faces smiling and glee,
A little toddler binding thee.

Little lady growing into a brat,
She was your raja, beta and a champ at that,
Driving her mom crazy and mad,
You would convince her mom she wasn’t that bad.

You held her little hands,
Taught her to walk and run on the sands,
Sands of time they were to be,
She knew you would always be there to guide thee.

Every evening she would wait at the door,
For the bell to ring twice,
The unique bell to remind her,
You had come to make her day twice as nice.

Mom knew she was becoming you,
A little version she said,
How will she be without you,
She worried and said.

She would often ponder how you would react:

At her graduating into a young rebel lady,
At her independence in thoughts,
At her getting her first salary,
At her friends who were lovable brats,

At her choice to live away from home,
At her choice to marry the guy she loved,
At her constant arguing with mum,
At the values and principles she developed,

At her every little thing!

She still ponders over and over,
She tries to gauge your reactions,
From the 17 years you spent with her,
Would it be similar to what her mind mentions?

She questions and finds no answer,
Why did god love you so,
To keep you with him forever,
Why was he unfair to take you so.

She is treading carefully on the sands of time,
Looking up to find your assuring smile,
She reaches home and waits aside,
Hoping someday that doorbell will ring twice!

For K Dearest…

She is the sweetest sibling I’ve known. She is not my blood relative, but my best pal’s sis. I’ve known her since I was five and she was three. Hers is a story that is unbelievable. A little brat that matured into an intelligent doc. I could write ‘n’ number of pages on the humorous things she did as a kid (obviously unintentionally).
One incident of many:
She did not do too well in her Marathi class. The conversation that followed

Marathi Teacher: How can you not know your mother tongue?

K Dear(innocently): Madam it’s not my mother tongue

Marathi Teacher: How dare you lie to me?

K Dear (innocently again): I’m not lying it is my father tongue not my mother tongue!

Only later did the teacher realise what K meant,and that she was right in her own interpretation of the teacher’s question. K’s Mom is a Telagu and Dad a marathi.

All along she was speaking the truth and nothing but the truth!

Innocent then, even today! When we reminiscence; the smiles come back effortlessly. She has always been unique and my dad’s little princess. She has matured and grown into a very bright young lady today and we all are proud of her.

One thing though has not changed and I am really glad about it. Her love for food! I love the way she walks into my house and asks my mum, ‘Aunty what’s cooking today? Can I eat here today? Ok, I’ll call my mom then and tell her! ‘ She does not wait for answers:-)
My mother simply loves that. It shows affection, love and attachment and everything else that makes for family 🙂
K had a horrible time with spellings in school. Her mother has kept all her essays books from 1st to the 10th Std. Her spellings were a huge point of discussion among us. She probably hated us then, but today having proven herself ( Rank 5 @SSC in school after always reeling in 20s, 96%@ HSC, top 100 rank @ CET, a top MBBS today, she is on her way) even she joins in the laughter!

The reason I introduced her today is, because of this forward I’ve received umpteen times.I simply love it. And the one person I know who would agree with it whole-heartedly is K!

I’m sure if she had received this when in school, she would’ve taken it up with her teachers and all of us! She would have had one hell of a case for argument, and with substantial research to validate it!

This is for you dear and hope you love this:-)

“I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer inwaht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling was ipmorantt!”

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