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I reached mum’s place at around 10 in the morning. There along with usual faces, a smiling and most adorable face greeted me. Oh i had so forgotten how beautiful she is, for so far whenever I went to mum’s, she was sleeping most of the time, and today she was laughing, playing, making noise and welcoming me like she was waiting for me all along. With all tiredness gone, I start playing with her like a kid.
An hour passed in making different funny faces, cuddling, laughing and i realised all this while she was holding my index finger. She loves doing that. She will hold you so tight and with so much of warmth, that you don’t feel like leaving her and going away. I had to send some mails, so i started doing my work, with her lying next to me. Our princess started missing the attention, so she punched herself and started crying really loudly. I freaked out, but mum said it was one of her traits to grab attention, the same thing i did too as a kid. So again the whole attention is on her, the same playing, laughing and cuddling start.
Mum warns me that she hates taking a bath. The moment water touches her body, the whole building knows that she is getting soaked in hot water, she is that loud.just before entering a bathroom, she gives me another smile, as i am following her all the way there. She has taken bath, without crying even once – first time ever. For two minutes, we all are wondering whether she did it purposely to prove these people wrong in front of me. Well at least that is what her smile conveyed. Ah you tend to think on these lines if you have a kid at home na; for that matter, anything is possible.
She goes off to sleep, so do I. She gets up at 4, I am still sleeping; so bhabhi leaves her in the other room. Madam is now missing her usual place where she plays everyday, and since I am sleeping there, bhabhi ignores her tantrums. She is making faces once again, looking all sad and helpless. Mum cannot see it and wakes me. She comes next to me now, and the usual playing and smiling start.
Another hour passes by, and I have to leave now. She is not leaving my hand. The moment i get up, she becomes all sad; when I sit and hold her hand, she plays, not smiling at all. I want to leave after seeing her smile once, but all in vain. Another half an hour passes like that and I finally manage to make her smile once – a small one though, but that is enough for me to leave from there all happy happy.
Now all I wish for is to see her soon. I am travelling and thinking – how wonderful it is to become a kid all over again. How I wish to get my innocence back, how I wish to become a child all over again, how I wish to spread the happiness all around me like she does by just smiling, how I wish to stay with her forever, how I wish that she should never grow up and remain like this forever.
But wishes do not come true always. In no time she will grow up, have her own life. And I may be writing the same post for her daughter too. I so wish to do that 🙂