Dear Piya,
You seem to be growing up so fast!
And as much as I write, there are many more beautiful events happening by the minute with you, which may not find their way to ink but will always remain captured in my heart.
A few days ago, you discovered the gift of voice.
Ever since then, you can't stop playing with sounds, trying to mouth words.
It is such fun to watch you do this!
You are yet to chance upon a word that makes sense, but you are really happy with what looks like the invention of a new language.
I am trying my best to de-code it, for the benefit of both of us.
There is a range of decibel-level that you experiment with.
Some sounds are soft like a kitten's mews and some shrieks are loud enough to wake up the neighbours!
Filled with a lot of 'oooo' and 'eeee', I don't understand a thing you say, yet it somehow feels like I get everything you speak.
You were going on 'goo-goo-gaa-gaa', some days back and I was intently looking at you. It was a moment of absolute delight. I had nothing else on my mind but the brimming joy of seeing you explore sounds. The relaxation of forgetting everything whilst being with you is rejuvenating (only when you are playful!).
Wanting to connect with your language, I kept talking to you amidst your gleeful mumbling - asking you all sorts of things.
Every once in a while, you took a pause, made eye contact and beamed with glee.
And then suddenly you put both your hands on your cheeks and laughed at a question I had asked.
With you small mouth gaped open and twinkling eyes smiling at me, it seemed like I had understood your gee-gaa correctly and that you were displaying awe at me having cracked your secret code.
It was a hurray-moment!
I have never enjoyed any conversation this much. With you, even the tiniest of achievements seem wonderful.
You fill my day with cheer, love.
Keep playing with this gift of voice and keep coming up with newer words, as the existing ones are archaic and can wait to become a part of your vocabulary.
Love,
Maa
P.S. It would mean the world to me if your first word is Maa. Also, it would make your father jealous and there is another level of joy in that.
You seem to be growing up so fast!
And as much as I write, there are many more beautiful events happening by the minute with you, which may not find their way to ink but will always remain captured in my heart.
A few days ago, you discovered the gift of voice.
Ever since then, you can't stop playing with sounds, trying to mouth words.
It is such fun to watch you do this!
You are yet to chance upon a word that makes sense, but you are really happy with what looks like the invention of a new language.
I am trying my best to de-code it, for the benefit of both of us.
There is a range of decibel-level that you experiment with.
Some sounds are soft like a kitten's mews and some shrieks are loud enough to wake up the neighbours!
Filled with a lot of 'oooo' and 'eeee', I don't understand a thing you say, yet it somehow feels like I get everything you speak.
You were going on 'goo-goo-gaa-gaa', some days back and I was intently looking at you. It was a moment of absolute delight. I had nothing else on my mind but the brimming joy of seeing you explore sounds. The relaxation of forgetting everything whilst being with you is rejuvenating (only when you are playful!).
Wanting to connect with your language, I kept talking to you amidst your gleeful mumbling - asking you all sorts of things.
Every once in a while, you took a pause, made eye contact and beamed with glee.
And then suddenly you put both your hands on your cheeks and laughed at a question I had asked.
With you small mouth gaped open and twinkling eyes smiling at me, it seemed like I had understood your gee-gaa correctly and that you were displaying awe at me having cracked your secret code.
It was a hurray-moment!
I have never enjoyed any conversation this much. With you, even the tiniest of achievements seem wonderful.
You fill my day with cheer, love.
Keep playing with this gift of voice and keep coming up with newer words, as the existing ones are archaic and can wait to become a part of your vocabulary.
Love,
Maa
P.S. It would mean the world to me if your first word is Maa. Also, it would make your father jealous and there is another level of joy in that.
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