Thursday 4 November 2021

My Little Girl...

 Dear Piya,

Your chattiness is all life is about these days.

So much so that I find myself yelling to shush you at times (a little quiet is a rare pleasure, and so sought after, darling!)

Your father takes the high road every once in a while and reminds me that these days are not going to come back. He tries to instill futuristic nostalgia in me through these words.

But if only the present worked so in sync with the incoming memories from the future!


I do enjoy your chirps, my love.

And I do feel nostalgic about their limited time as I put you to sleep every night.

But in all honesty, that is pretty much the ambit of this nostalgic, futuristic memory.

Thay was until today.

It is close to 11am, on a vacation day during your Diwali break. 

We are travelling for a short trip starting today, for which I am knee deep in packing right now.

You are blissfully asleep till this late an hour but I am not complaining! The longer you sleep, the longer I get to wrap up everything in peace.

As I check on you every 30 min to see if you are still sleeping I am hit by this realisation - I am not sure if I wish for you to continue sleeping or wake up with your chirpiness right this minute.

After a minute of standing and looking at your face so radiant in sleep, I realise I have been humming 'My little girl...', with a smile on my face.

It is a sentence with just three words. But its impact feels heavier than a thousand...

It is filled with :

She is growing up so fast...

These days will not be here forever...

How blessed am I!...

Look at her sleeping like an angel...

I could just hug & kiss her...

But then she would wake up...

Maybe I should wake her up...

Just to hug & kiss her...

Or maybe I should let her sleep...

Like the angel that she is...

An angel who loves talking the minute she wakes up...


All of this in one ❤️


I don't know how much I am going to miss these days. I do know I am going to do so tremendously, though.

I end my smiling reflection with this thought for now -

No matter how fast or how much you grow up, you will always be my little girl.



Love,

Maa

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