Nostalgia

It's 11th of September today. A day which each year evokes a strong sense of nostalgia.
Exactly 12 years ago, this day marked the beginning of one of the most important phases of my life.

There are a few moments in life which you will remember right till you are 85 years old, when you forget where you kept your dentures, or walking stick…

But ask me then what happened on 11th September 2001 and I will still tell, in a shaking voice, but brightly lit eyes (remember the old lady in Titanic movie recalling her journey??)

'So it was 11th Sept 2001, the day I left home, for the first time, and forever.
There was my mom, standing below the street light, around 7 pm… when it was almost dark… and also Neha's mom was there…
And me and Neha were walking towards C block of COEP hostel, and on that narrow path, with trees on both sides while I was walking, I was aware of my mom standing right behind bidding me goodbye…

but I did not turn around and look at her because I knew at that moment that I would begin crying like a baby'

I have lived this scene a 100 times before, and I can still remember it as if it happened only yesterday :)

The other day, I watched an episode in Modern Family (for those unaware of it - it’s a sitcom) when Claire (the mom) drops off her daughter Hailey to her college. 

And how Hailey, initially embarrassed about her mom and dad making a big fuss of her moving out of home, becomes super emotional once they have left and calls her mom who is crying on her way back home.

And for the first time, I saw the same 'mom-under-street-lamp' scene from my mom's angle…
How will it feel when I drop off my baby to college? I know the day is far…

I could not help feel a weird feeling - a feeling I had never experienced before - a feeling which had immense amount of love, care, pride and concern in it… all at the same time…

(For the baby who is kicking me away to glory right now from inside) :|

Yes mom, now I know what you meant by 'tumhi aai zalyavar kalel tumhala' :) :)

touchwood

PS: A few super senti posts will be coming up on this blog for a while... pregnancy apparently does that to you. Please tolerate.

Daddy's Little Girl

First the 2 lines…

Then some confusion… and then some more confusion and then the smile…

The feeling takes time to sink in. The fears take time to go. A lot of time. Maybe 9 whole months?

Then there is the pampering… and a lot of it.
Attention and a lot of it.

You change, your life changes… getting into the smallest denim is not the agenda in the morning…
But packing food… and lots of it, is.

Eating right, sleeping right, reading right, and laughing right is the focus…

A small 'aah' can get your husband to rush to you :)

And waiting for it to kick becomes the most important wait…ever...

Slowly you empty your wardrobe of all the clothes that made you look hawwt awesome…
And replace them with clothes which make you look mommy awesome…(u still look hawwt though)

Life changes. Is an understatement.

You have a whole new set of things to fall in love with. Your round and big and beautiful belly, those sonography photos, the daily dose of kicks, and a doting father-to-be :)

But somewhere you wonder if you indeed are ready for this?

Inside of you, you still feel like the Daddy's little girl … who has her own set of tantrums, insecurities… 
who needs  pampering herself… who is actually self-centred and at times could not care beyond herself…

Is this little girl ready for the biggest responsibility ever? 
Is she ready to grow up and be this mature woman she now will have to be? 
Will this little girl be able to do what is needed here, well?

And somewhere a voice says to her - 'yes she will… '

And not despite of being that little girl, but because somewhere she still has that little girl in her :)


Touchwood.