Category: Daughters
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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…
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Apples and oranges
Showered and ready, I watched K brush Cee’s teeth this morning and felt a rush of affection. The kind that bowls you over and makes you weak-kneed. Feeling light and happy I skipped out the door and started my car. In the hour-long drive to work, I went back to the days pre-babies. I have…
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My little one is growing up!
Waking to the sound of pitiful crying from the babies bedroom, K rushed off to pick little Cee before she woke her sister. Back under the sheets between amma and appa, she tossed and turned before determinedly sitting up and saying “Paal?”. Laughing, we woke and went through the brushing drama with her. Back in the…
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Letters to my daughters – Homecoming
Dearest Kay and Cee, This week will mark a year since you first came home. Home as defined by the house we live in now. I remember one Tuesday in February last year, your Appa and I grinned from ear to ear as we got word that the ICPC process was complete and we were free…