Dedicated to my little sister, my sweet cousin, Srinika
You are the most beautiful baby I've seen, and you have helped me learn what love without expectation is. Your innocent smile and sweet eyes see the world shining with hope and mystery that diminishes as we grow older. Yet, with your arrival and presence in my life, I've rediscovered the inexplicable childish happiness that doesn't need a reason that had been absent for so long.
You have been named after the lotus that resides in the heart of the Supreme God, Vishnu, i.e., Goddess Lakshmi, and you've been that and so much more for our home and family. From prosperity to happiness, seeing you once, we forgo each sorrow and worry, welcoming the joy you embody.
For me, no matter how much I write, read or experience in the future, getting to name you will always be a highlight in my life that cannot be surpassed. The memories from the first time that I held you to how comforting and warm your little arms feel when I hug you, they'll always be special.
Seeing you toddle about now on your two little feet, babbling as you go, asking about every new speck of dust on the wall or leaf on a tree, regarding everything with curiosity and excitement, breathes fresh air into my lungs and life. You are my world, my baby sister, and I love you so much <3
Happy 2nd birthday!
I know you are too young to understand the nuances of life and that everything around you is a giant mystery called life where nothing terrible exists, but I pray to God for your good health and for your innocence to be preserved forever.
May the raw happiness that arises from the simplest of actions persist and remain constant in your life long after I'm gone. For you, I am just someone who you meet once in a while and converse with sometimes on a video call, but for me, you are a ray of sunshine that brightened my world. You are my baby as much as you are the family's. You are the apple of our eyes, and may you always find your solace with us the same way we seek respite with your sweet smile.
I love you, aamar chhoto bonu <3
Bhalo theko, sona. Prithibi te jeno tomar khushi r jonne jayga kono dino na furay and tumi jaate sob somoy susasthe akshay thako.
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"Tear-stained cheeks,
Lips too numb to speak;
A dry throat choked with emotion,
A symphony of firsts, unfurled,
Eyes flutter open to baffling revelation.
Tiny hands clasp your finger,
The world is old yet brand new,
A milk-drunk slumber, a fragile sigh,
Shadows linger in a mother's eye.
An aching body, sore muscles,
Gentle mind, saturated with love,
Exhaustion suppressing internal battles.
An unsung lullaby's melody,
Permeates the air,
The bittersweet longing,
vulnerabilities and bosom bare.
Fatigued, heavy eyes,
YOU ARE READING
Mrinalini♦
General FictionThe households in India have been run by women primarily, following the centuries old tradition. From taking care of the child's breakfast to ensuring that the mother in-law's morning cup of tea is served on time, it is always the woman of the house...
