Born in the month of October, I often used to catch cold and fever in the early years of my life. Whether packed in cozy quilts or left to play in the sun in the first winters of my life, all is so truly in front of his eyes. A lot of instances just ooze out of those sweet and innocent lips of my Papa when I come in front of him and even today some of my gestures resemble what he remembers when I was 6 months old, 6 years old…..
My dad is one of the two souls who would never forget the first 40 days of my life. Even today, when I am married to the love of my life and it’s been more than a year, they are not tired of narrating my acts to Mohit, my husband. These are the treasures of life in the country where relationships are given more value than money or time. Mohit listens not because he is fond of kids or is fond of stories but because he loves me and imagines me as a kid or may be because similar scenes occur when I am with his parents and he is being discussed.
Born in a middle class family with very little desires, the boon was the love and ethics which my parents have given to me, my brother and my sister. Deep down the heart I have given place to all the relationships, sweet or sour, with the perspective that each of these is teaching me something new each day. Its not me, not dad, not mom, not my love, not my siblings……but it may be you in the words to come further.
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