Richa

Dear Simone,
It was 16th April 2010, I was invited as a chiefguest at RTW annual day at Symbiosis. Kids between 2.5-4 yrs of age were performing dance on some rhymes, you were not a part of this group as I’m yet to send you to the play group.

Listening your favourite poem, you simply jumped from my lap..ran towards the stairs to climb up the stage, before I could catch you. Up on the stage on maid tried to hold you, but again you managed to run away, came right in center n front of all other kids..and started dancing
I was simply thrilled…there were kids crying..fearing stage, and here’s my daughter, who without any preparation decided that she will be leading…n dancing.

It is a historical moment for me Simone, I myself has been a star performer throught my life..but you simply rock.

Parents started clapping…no one stopped you..but time stopped for me, my heart stopped to create d memories in a picture that will remain with me forever.

I wish you more such moments in your..rather our life..
Luv U

My Free Child

Dear Simone,

At 1.5 years,You not only understand d meaning of sorry you say it at appropriate timings too. I actually worked on you, wen you were little younger it was difficult to make you say sorry..u understood but would never used to say.

For whole of your life you r gonna use such words..though I worked wid you to learn this..frankly speaking I enjoyed my brat child..my free child who would do what she wanted to do without thinking what is socially acceptable..cause once you grow up ..you will not be doing it/won’t b able to do it. The whole life is abided by social rules/norms (Freud’s theory of personality, we shall discuss this wen you r little older).

My little Simone is growing up…she conducts herself well now..and mumma literally fears soon there will b a time wen you will have your own world..which is much beyond us (me n Papa), You are d world for us..and our world changed since d day you came in our life (much before your actual birth).

May my free child remain Free….

Ahmeen!

U know Simone u call me Itcha since u started addressing me verbally. U call Gaurav ‘Papa’ u call Vikas “chachu’ and everyone wid d rite relation but I remain ‘Itcha’ for u. The Very first sound u make after waking up is ‘Itcha………’ I truely enjoy this first name culture but I do miss d sound mumma…

Now a day after calling me Itcha for almost 4 months, u sometimes call me ‘Mumma’ and d beautiful sound of this word doesn’t have a match…I do not stop u from calling me ‘Itcha’ that makes our bond really special and that shows who is closest to you..

wid luv

Itcha

Dear Zoozoo ( as me n papa) call u these days..

U have become one bundle of energy …it is really difficult for us to keep u in control. D moment u wake up in d morning, u start walking,jumping,exploring…We r expecting many guests this week and so I was trying to get home in little better condition…

U started running on bed..( u have no installed breaks) n u feel on wrought iron bed on one of d brass decoration , without losing a second I took u in my arms but by that time tehre was blood all over ur mouth..and tears rolling down ur cheeks. I rushed to Vika’s mom, she came n somehow both fo us got d situation under control. Gaurav was also not there..I immediately called ur Doc…in 15 minutes time u were again in your mischivious mode.

I got really nervous, that there may b a scar on ur lip..but thank god u re back 2 normal.Simone tum bahut zyada shaitaan ho…mumma was very obedient n seedha child…U are on ur Papa..

TC

Mumma

Zoozoo

So finally it was d time to say gudbye to your soft,silky hair, both as a ritual and also in expectation of growing some thinck hair.Me, Papa and Vikas (ur fav chachu) took you to a nearby parlour. I was really nervous thinking that u will cry your heart out, but to our surprize u kept sitting silently in papa’s lap trying to figure out wat this guy(barbor) with some new n interesting toy is doing to your skull ;).

Me and Vikas kept spraying water on your hands to divert your attention away from this man, u looked so cute , adorable one of d live Zoozoo (d Vodafone character, I’ll make a cd for u ). U were touching Vikas’s hair and then your own head..something was missing there…like u are analysing wat these ppl were upto while I was busy enjoying water spray.

We want you to have a crown of heavy hair like mine and papa’s, got ur Mundan dones so that wen u grow up u don’t complain..mumma Y my hair r not like urs :)…

May you get everything which is not only better than ours but d best

Live long my Baby!

jaisa aaj hua, u made tea for me..u made my breakfast, instructed me 2 sleep for long..really worried that I don’t get enough sleep as I have to fulfill Simone’s demand of feed in d nite…

I do all these things for family on daily basis and they never looked big..but u do it for me one day..and I feel on cloud 11 :), u may not say anything in words d way I want u to..but then u surprize me by doing so many small things for me.

U may not give me a hug daily d way I want, but hold me for long wen I’m really feeling enervated…U know Gaurav I luv this song ‘kabhi yun bhi to ho’ and there r days wen it actually happens…wen I get unexpected…feeling thrilled:)

Luv,

Richa

I decided I’ll not let you cry even a bit, but for u it was just another day, where in order to get everything u want done u’ll cry (atleast pretend to cry:), We celebrated ur b’day 1st at ur Day Care, amongst many kids, with red and yellow balloons, (U luv beloons)…u cut d cake, enjoyed yourself, after returning home again we cut another cake with some friends..I only visited my ofc for a shortwhile as I wanted to spend more time with u.

I did abhishek to Shivling with u on my lap..u were quite excited thinking that mumma is playing with water and some toy (u take gods’ idols for toys), we chant ‘Om’ together, overall a great day, wen my darling achieved another milestone of her life….

“Tujhse hai zindagi hasi, tujhse hi meri dunia jannat,

Mile tujhe har khusi jahan me,itni hi hai meri chahat”

May you live long, with every day filled with luv,aspirations and happiness…

Luv,

mumma

One year will be passing this 19th…since u joined us. every nite before sleep I used to think..wen will I see my baby..he/she, on Gaurav or on me? what you will be like, a happy baby…a chubby one..U know I finished reading Bhagwat, on Krishna(Yugandhar), on Karan (Mrityunjay), on Swami Vivekananda (todo kara todo), I picked up Dalai Lama on 19th…one of my cousin jokingly said..that d baby now got frightened..lemme come out else my mom will read what not:)

I can still recall d first look @ my pinky-2 baby wrapped in a white cloth, those 2 bright little eyes …oh god! u looked as fresh as morning dew…I was surprized all this 9 months u were inside me..that was a strange feeling…

During my pregnancy I visualised and kept talking to you about d qualities u should have…assertive,intelligent,pretty..n wat not? u were different than what I imagined but u were very beautiful…u were everything I wanted…Dr.kept u in nursery, there was a baby boy too..i was told he was lying very calm..and u were looking here n there…shaking ur legs..I couldn’t see that as I was in great pain after my c-section operation.

Ppl kept coming to hospital..seeing u in nursery, I was v impatient to hold u..to feel ur cheeks..to embrace u…and finally someone gave me you….I wish I could live those moments again,

giving life..giving birth was d most wonderful moment of my life! Thanx Simone 4 giving birth to a mom…in me .

Luv,

Mumma

Subah hoti hai..shaam hoti hai, zindagi youn hi tamaam hoti hai….aaj baithke sochti hu to lagta hai, kaha-2 se guzar aaye…there were days which were so difficult to pass..like my Thesis. That time staying away from Gaurav after marriage was so difficult…and now when I look back at my thesis and papers I wonder, how could I write so well..is this my work?

There were days which I never wanted to go.like dating gaurav, spending time with my mother and specially my siblings..and specially with my sisters. I miss them a lot as both of them are toooooo faaar…but time just flies. Last year, all these days I was impatient to see my baby ..to hold her in my arms…d wait was so..long. everynite before sleep I used to think now it is time ..my baby should join d world..and now 11 months have gone. I write…I luv to write to have some remembrence and coountability of some beutiful and few painful moments to cherish later on.

If one thing that is constant in life is ‘change’…every passing moment tells me ‘ki mujhe jee bhar ke jee lo, I’ll not return:)

“Sapne hain gharonde ki bikhar jate hai, Mausam hain narad ki na bandh paate hain,

tu kise bulata hai yun ake khada pani me, guzare din laut ke kab aate hain”

Richa