for me; it also means that I will have something new up my sleeves. Like this loud burst into a laughter as if I understood the joke 
And, then my first thumb sucking act in the night while in sleep.....makes my papa happy as he found me sleeping with my left thumb inside my mouth 
His hope of transferring his lefty genes to me have gained ground and this picture furthers his cause.....
They describe "Motherhood" as the state of being a mother; to my mind it is everything woman folk do on a daily basis. The foundation of real motherhood is laid when a life cell begins to take a shape and form inside her womb. The resulting nine month long testing process which then culminates in an unbearable labor pains leads to a new life and a beginning of a bond that only grows and strengthens with every passing moment. Such is the power of this bond that even a fiercely career centric women turns into a doted mother. In short, motherhood completely transforms a woman in every way.
My mom too is one such example- a story of a complete transformation, a tom-boy girl with computer programming as the only life goal to becoming a complete mother. Her initial reluctance to marriage gave way to it after she met my papa. But then the real change happened only after the arrival of yours truly and she started doing things that was least expected of her. A woman who hated yellow Arhar daal (yellow lentils) all her life began to eat it as someone told her that it helps produce adequate feed; and then she would happily wash my toilet strained nappies completely unheard of someone who used to skip meals even after smelling something foul to even reaching up to a stage where she began considering cutting down on the number of days at work....the list is long and might sound ordinary to many but is significant from my mom’s perspective. On my part, I feel great to be part of the fraternity that all moms come from.
Now that reminds me of the song my papa had put on my blog. You can listen to it by pressing the play button on the player at the right side bottom of this page- “In My Daughter’s Eyes” by Martina McBride and here are the lyrics.....love that para at the end.
In my daughter's eyes I am a hero
I am strong and wise and I know no fear
But the truth is plain to see
She was sent to rescue me
I see who I wanna be
In my daughter's eyes
In my daughter's eyes everyone is equal
Darkness turns to light and the
world is at peace
This miracle God gave to me gives me
strength when I am weak
I find reason to believe
In my daughter's eyes
And when she wraps her hand
around my finger
Oh it puts a smile in my heart
Everything becomes a little clearer
I realize what life is all about
It's hanging' on when your heart
has had enough
It's giving more when you feel like giving up
I've seen the light
It's in my daughter’s eyes
In my daughter's eyes I can see the future
A reflection of who I am and what will be
Though she'll grow and someday leave
Maybe raise a family
When I'm gone I hope you see how happy
she made me
For I'll be there
In my daughter's eyes
Is that how they feel? "Yes" is the answer I hear.
have already started......constant itching in my ears, swollen gums and my consequent insatiable appetite for my fingers, touchy nature and a sudden increase in my diaper bill...for record my mom had to change 4 within a span of 2 hours... ..My doctor had advised use of gum-paint but that advice has been sent to trash bin after my mom read somewhere that it is not advisable to use it. My gum condition was best captured in the three pictures that my papa clicked today at around 8 pm.
Before I end this post, here is something that I would like you to tell me- “what do you think of the following two pictures- the picture in blue is of a 6 month old while the one on the right is me...any resemblance?”
Who do you think is the other kid? Prizes for guessing- is my love and prayers......
I have told my papa to write a "Thank You" post today. So, who all I wish to express my gratitude to and why? Here are the answers:
1. God for showing me the way to this beautiful world....yes it is always beautiful if you look at it from a kid's eyes. It is our seniors who pollute it, not us.
2. My entire family for everything.
3. Dr Meenakshi auntie, who conducted emergency surgery on my mom to save my life and also to her team members. Here is our picture when we first met after nearly 5 months. 
You can spot my gratitude for her in my eyes.
4. My Renu bua (Re) and Veda (Veda) bua for being an inspiration for my name!
5. Priest who conducted my naming ceremony.
6. All the family friends and relatives who visited me in hospital and later at our home.
7. Virender uncle (the cab driver) who dropped us to the railway station for my first journey to Dehradun.
8. Doctors I visited in Dehradun for my vaccination and ear problem.
9. Driver uncle who used to drive me to my various destinations while I was in Dehradun.
10. Our gardener for ensuring that flowers in our Dehradun lawn/garden could compete with me.
11. All those workers who stiched those dresses that I wear and look good in...
12. Blogger.com for giving me a platform to log these posts.
13. Last but not the least, all my readers who come to this blog and help me keep the motivation going. I will keep helping my father by creating situations for him to write; he can't refuse me his words......it's his promise to me. Few people I can definitely mention here are Hashir uncle- my first committed reader, all the followers of my blog and people whose only identity is their respective isp.
And everyone else I should be thankful to.
Edited to add:
Thank you Ramesh uncle for being the idea-man behind this blog; but for your idea this blog would not have been possible.
As mentioned earlier, my mom bought me a pram sometime back. And yesterday was the first occasion when she got an opportunity to fully test its utility. We were out Sunday evening; first went to Sandeep uncle and Pallavi aunt’s place followed by a visit to Mega Mall. Once inside the mall, I roamed around lying happily in my pram. Nothing could escape the attention of my eyes; they were busy transmitting all the happenings within the mall to my brain. My constant smile, laughter or giggle was a testimony of the fact that I was enjoying every moment; I didn’t cry once during that 4 hour outing.
Our unplanned visit to the mall left my papa poorer by few thousands rupees as mom decided to buy clothes- a pair of a white tee-shirt and blue denim for me, a dress for my Riya didi (my Mamta mausi’s daughter) on the occasion of her birthday, trousers for my Rudra bhai, pair of shirts for papa and a shirt for mom as well. As my shopping exhausted mom needed a coffee, so we went inside Cafe Coffee Day choosing to prefer it over Barista. Once inside the cafe, my “screaming out of excitement” riot started. The attendant thought that I am hungry and murmured something to this effect to my mom......to change his views later when he saw me- .”I think she is enjoying it” is what he said afterwards. Yes! I was. And soon, Mocha and Cappuccino gave way to me and I became the centre of excitement.Here is the picture from Cafe Coffee Day.
And yes! Happy Birthday Riya didi.
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