Monday, October 17, 2011



Mummaaa….two lil syllables. But when they left your little lips, they could have been a song straight from heaven. When you looked at me and babbled mumma…you tore my heart up! It gave reason to the endless struggle, served as a memory modification charm as I forget the long days and endless nights I work so hard to keep you safe, happy and content.

When you rub your upturned nose on mine and smile like I am the most precious thing on earth, you give me purpose. When I feel down and out, all I need to do is look at you and know that to you, I am the world! I will spend my entire life making sure that your eyes always twinkle with mischief…and that I am always there when you stumble.

When I was working and I was asked the famous question – what is your goal in life or where do you see yourself 10 years from now, I often disappointed them with non-corporate answers about how I would be living in the hills, writing for a living and loving my children to death! The truth is that if someone asked me that now, my answer would probably be the same minus the hills (though I wish that part were true too)! I love the fact that I write professionally now…and my appraisals are not annual but daily when you wake up in the morning and smile at me telling me that you still love me! I pass with flying colours! My annual bonus may not hit the bank but the first time you crawled, when you ate your first food, your first smile and your the first time you called me mumma 2 days back….make me feel that I am the luckiest person in the whole world!

I love you. Thank you for bringing technocolour into my life! 

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