Babyhood chronicles!

I love babies. So much so that sometimes when I look at a very cute one, I have a longing to have one of my own. Half of H and half of me. It sounds utterly romantic to me. But I know the real process of making a baby is anything but that. πŸ˜› So there. But this post is about S, my nephew, my first baby :-))

You are the showstopper today. You haven’t been mentioned in this space ever.  You’d ask why? Because you mean to me what I can’t even begin to put into words. But today I am missing you so much that I had to do this. To ease my own pain. To bring to the surface all the happy emotions and feelings and memories I have with you. Nostalgia is a very strange thing. All those sad memories make me laugh now, and all those moments that we spent having the time of our lives, make my eyes well up. So, while I will go nostalgic trying to recall all those stupid, funny, cute, maddening stories all over again, I will try not to cry *sniff*
You came into my life when I was in college. I was so happy that day I had my first scooty accident, although I had been driving it for almost 2 years then. I was so excited that I was shivering and I hit the ground with smile on my face because I was trying to picture you in my thoughts. Anyway, I got up, brushed myself and ran home because I wanted to see you. I still remember that first moment when I saw you. You were sleeping. I was scared to touch you lest it hurt. Even while sleeping, you got scared by the camera flash. And look at you today! All ready to pose and do so much natak all the time. :-))


You used to love playing in the night when everyone else was asleep. You remember those nights? I did stupid antics to make you laugh, and humor me you did. I remember both us laughing and rolling for no reason at all. In the morning, I used to be half asleep and tired but when I saw you sleeping peacefully, I gloated to everyone that I was the reason behind it. Little did I know that you were the reason because of which I could study even when I was tired to my bones. Your smile did that to me.

And then one day I had to leave. Go away to another city. We parted ways. And then you remember that time when I came to meet you after 8 months? You had almost forgotten me, almost too shy to acknowledge me. But within two hours, you were the brat I always knew – naughty smart kickass. I still remember my disbelief at hearing you speak those cute little broken sentences. Nothing has ever sounded better to me. I still remember those 3 days that I spent with you. You would eat with me, sleep with me, play with me, refusing to leave my side even for a second. And didn’t I feel proud about that?
And then came the day when I had to go back. You were glued to me at the railway station. I had a lump in my throat too. It wasn’t easy for me to pry myself away from you. But was there any other way? When the train left the station, I saw you crying and tried to push back my own tears. But do you know that I cried the whole waking part of my 24–hour journey? I had swollen eyes when I reached my city. It just broke my heart to be away from you. And that day I understood what a real heart break actually feels like! πŸ™
Then began our meetings which were far and few in between . We always looked forward to meeting each other. And  I loved it when you gave me special attention, awaiting my home coming and then climbing on my lap immediately and asking for your gifts, which were always the best and the most in number. You remember those dinosaur balls? πŸ˜›
6+ years into the relationship and you are naughtier than ever. But I know how much you love me. You are too young to understand that feeling, but I can see it in your eyes when you understand that I have to leave and I can’t be with you all day, every day. Your conversations make me smile and laugh. Your perspective of the world is so cute, it makes my heart all gooey. You know how much I love you and you never fail to take advantage of that, don’t you? But then, I love your expression when you think you have made a mamu out of me.
Sometimes I think about how my baby will be. Although there’s another couple of years for that. I don’t know how he/she will be like. But I have always loved you like my first born. I don’t know if I have it in me to love another one so dearly and passionately. But I do wish that you can read this when you grow up and know that I loved you with all my heart and all my love. I always wish you get the best life has to offer. And even though I get upset that you don’t call me maasi, I am secretly super happy and kicked in my heart because you have given me a special name that is so much more cute and cool. Thank you baby for being what you are and making me what I am!

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  3. Mahima Kohli says:

    Awwwwww…this post is just amazing Ghata! Beautiful πŸ™‚
    I'm sure once your nephew grows old enough to be able to read this, he'll feel like the luckiest, most adored kid ever. Oh and when your own kid – I mean kids (:P) – grow up, they'll be very very J. Be prepared for that πŸ˜‰

  4. Kally says: ur post…so 'awww' it is…so much love?? so much affection!!….that was really cute!!! verry cute I shud say!! I first thought OMG 1st baby?? ye kab hua πŸ˜› fir socha..okay kisi aur ka hoga…aur ye likhi hogi uske baare mein….!! πŸ˜€

    I am still wondering what those 'dragon balls' wud b!! πŸ˜› if not tht dragon balls cartoon….!! πŸ˜›

    //But I know the real process of making a baby is anything but that! πŸ˜›
    Ha! aise bolri hai ki wo Roti banane ka process hai….! πŸ˜›

    Good one Ghata (GoG)!!

  5. Ghata says:

    Absolutely! I think we are lucky to have nieces/nephews in our life. They just make it so amzaing!!!
    And thank you so much for ur time Ajinkya πŸ™‚

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