Boliye surilee boliyaan...
Often ponder what the little angel coming home in December will be like...
Right now its a strange unexpainable feeling...I can feel this being inside, sometimes fidgety sometimes calm...making its presence felt.
I talk sometimes to this angel...about colours, poetry, light (remember she/he is in a cushion of warm darkness so far!), people, memories, love and music. I sing too. Songs of faraway places, of winds, seas, blossoms and rain. At 15 weeks, the heart beats almost in tune with mine, the eyes are closed, the mind developing....but the ears are fully functional! I revel cos I'm being heard! All day and night!
Like Gulzar wrote.. 'Meri awaaz hi pehchaan hai, gar yaad rahe' Yaad rakhna, angel!
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This is really sweet. Ensconsced into the warmth, protected from the bitter realities, life for the angel should be as it should ideally be.
She is a lucky angel, to be born to a mom, who will shower her with instant love, poetry, music, colors, flowers; let her 'feel' the smell of the rain, warmth of the sun, the breeze.
Then as I see it there its dad, Who will drive the intellect, explain math, walk a hundred steps, to ensure a safe future, plan a 200 things in advance. A Dad, who would have had a back up for a backup for a back up.
Between the two, papa is is going to get the best it can ever expect.
Protected today in the womb! tomorrow in real life
O believe it or not I got a kinda senti mail on my birthday from a faraway friend who said exactly those lines to me! Saying the way I talk is so peculiar that the song 'meri awaaz hi pehchaan hai gar yaad rahe' wouldnt be more apt with anyone else singing it LOL..
So move aside mom.. its the maasi who is going to be remembered for her voice :p
And ciggy ...pls dont...baby may get offended if hez a boy.
Rads
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