Dear Piya,
It feels good to be back here, with you, after a long break.
If you ask me why I have been away, I will simply show you a book titled ‘Me to Mommee’.
It is the first book your old woman published, last year, my little girl.
It is the first love I have had after having loved you.
It is the journey of a mother and her child.
It is you and I.
It is essentially the letters that I have written to you so far.
It took 2 years to write, and over 8 months to put on paper.
It is a book, but it is so much more than that.
It is an experience of the first 2 years of our comaraderie.
When I hold it, it feels like I am holding all the emotions that I have lived with you, all at once.
And while every letter that I have ever written to you is a house of nostalgia packed with vivid emotions, reading the book, even if just a few chapters at a time, makes me relive all the little things that have made up our story so far, all at once.
Oh, the weightage of this is something I cannot explain, in words, darling!
You may wonder why such elaboration upon this one establishment from my life, right?
My love, I wish for you to know what it means to find joy in something.
I belong to the school of thought that believes in loving what you do. Life, then, seems less of work and mote of fun
I see your little self enjoying every activity you undertake these days.
And while I pray that this innocent streak of finding joy in everything remains with you till the end of time, I am aware of how wishful a thinking that would be.
So, I am telling you the lesser bright side of life - the one that comes after the candy-land that is childhood.
I do so, so as to show you the deep satisfaction that one experiences when one puts their heart & soul into their work.
The work then becomes preciously satisfying in itself.
Aa a new year begins, I wish a rainbow-filled-land-of-dreams for you, wherein you find immense happiness, spoonfuls of humour, a few hurdles and then a million hugs in all that you undertake.
May life keep you pleasantly surprised and then satisfactorily smiling, at the end of each day.
Happy new year, my love.
Love,
Maa.
It feels good to be back here, with you, after a long break.
If you ask me why I have been away, I will simply show you a book titled ‘Me to Mommee’.
It is the first book your old woman published, last year, my little girl.
It is the first love I have had after having loved you.
It is the journey of a mother and her child.
It is you and I.
It is essentially the letters that I have written to you so far.
It took 2 years to write, and over 8 months to put on paper.
It is a book, but it is so much more than that.
It is an experience of the first 2 years of our comaraderie.
When I hold it, it feels like I am holding all the emotions that I have lived with you, all at once.
And while every letter that I have ever written to you is a house of nostalgia packed with vivid emotions, reading the book, even if just a few chapters at a time, makes me relive all the little things that have made up our story so far, all at once.
Oh, the weightage of this is something I cannot explain, in words, darling!
You may wonder why such elaboration upon this one establishment from my life, right?
My love, I wish for you to know what it means to find joy in something.
I belong to the school of thought that believes in loving what you do. Life, then, seems less of work and mote of fun
I see your little self enjoying every activity you undertake these days.
And while I pray that this innocent streak of finding joy in everything remains with you till the end of time, I am aware of how wishful a thinking that would be.
So, I am telling you the lesser bright side of life - the one that comes after the candy-land that is childhood.
I do so, so as to show you the deep satisfaction that one experiences when one puts their heart & soul into their work.
The work then becomes preciously satisfying in itself.
Aa a new year begins, I wish a rainbow-filled-land-of-dreams for you, wherein you find immense happiness, spoonfuls of humour, a few hurdles and then a million hugs in all that you undertake.
May life keep you pleasantly surprised and then satisfactorily smiling, at the end of each day.
Happy new year, my love.
Love,
Maa.
