Category: Daughters
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Gray days
I gently lock the double glass doors behind me and linger just a second longer taking in your weary eyes, shaggy hair and the air of resignation about you. I lean over the sofa to kiss soft heads good-bye before scanning the room a last time as I close the door behind me. I sit…
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Limping, Walking, Winding down
Thursday morning started with the strange sight of Cee limping as she walked. I first thought she had something stuck to her foot. Gently pushing her to walk properly, I inspected her foot. Nothing. I then thought may be she was outgrowing her footed PJs and made a mental note to get new ones. The…
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The weight on my shoulders
The cool light from the half moon filtered through the trees casting long shadows as we walked. I walked a couple of paces behind K. The light fell on the cherubic face of Cee whose eyes were fluttering shut and arms circled K in a sight that was heartbreakingly beautiful. The silent tall figure striding…
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Inane milestones
It happened the day before. I stifled a smile even if my heart was singing. Then, it happened again. Yesterday. I could barely contain myself. You see, for a major part of the year and half that our daughters have been with us, they have been daddy’s girls. If they fell down and hurt themselves,…
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Letting go. Holding tight.
I shuffle and drag my weary feet to the sink, rinse my plate in the cool water, let it drip and on an afterthought, leave it in the sink. I rest my hands on the ledge debating. I let it be. Drying my hands on the moist towel, I flick the kitchen lights off and…
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Letters to my daughters: One year of school!
Am I dreaming or is it already a year since you both started school? Time flies doesn’t it? From the anxiety ridden, cell phone clutching scared mom, I have come a long way too! It feels like yesterday that I anguished over what to pack for lunch, if I dressed you weather-appropriately, if I had…
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Letters to my daughters – Tantrums and Tiaras
Dearest Kay and Cee, It’s been a while since I reflected on what you girls have been up to. Hmmm! Where do I start? It seems like suddenly the both of you graduated from being babies to proper little girls complete with tantrums and a mind decidedly your own. Our mornings are filled with squeals…
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Move over Mickey! Mooshik Mouse is here.
Standing in front of the Ganesha Tanjore painting in the girls bedroom, I held Kay up so she could touch the painting and touch her eyes like her Appa has taught her to. Some days she complies sleepily. Some days she traces the outline of Ganesha’s belly before declaring “elefan”. Some days like today, her…
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I have eyes only for you
Glancing at the clock, I made it back home with a minute to spare for a birthday party next door. Clutching a wrapped gift, I hurried through the door, gathering Kay and Cee and a rather bulky diaper bag. Walking across the road, we rang the bell to see the door open even as my finger…
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Daddy’s Daughters
“Hugssss!!” “Hugss” repeats Cee endearingly stretching her arms sideways from her high chair. I stand half amused watching K shuttle between the girls dispensing hugs, healing boo-boos and planting kisses on chubby cheeks. Over the past year I have watched K evolve as a father. He is their primary care giver and by that commands…