Grab Your Star

While the world keeps trying to find equilibrium between good and evil with each passing day as the sun and the star shine, my little one, you will continue growing up. It is inevitable.

As you grow up, nothing will change if YOU don’t. And everything will change, if YOU do.

There would be numerous things which you love as a kid today and the same things will end up turning boring as you grow up. Don’t let it happen. Loving something should not change just because years are added to your life. Let the child remain alive in you. Keep loving the stuff you love today. Enjoy playing in the sandpit even when you have your own little one decades down the line.

It may sound absurd if I tell you today that what you are inside will eventually end up being what you are surrounded with. It is a fact. The world is what we, as humanity, do on day to day basis. You do your bit and the others will follow. It is a little complicated than what I am making it sound here though. Continue reading “Grab Your Star”

Twinkle in My Eyes


This is the 100th post on my blog and it had to be Special. And so, it is!

This is dedicated to the sparkle of my eyes, my thirty months old daughter, Vaanshi.



Sweetheart,

When I come back from work, and you rush to me to give me, I mean give my knees, a hug… You Twinkle in My Eyes.

When at bedtime, you cook a story with me and make elephants fly, squirrels sing and donkeys dance… You Twinkle in My Eyes.

When you don’t get your new shoes off even when you go to bed… You Twinkle in My Eyes.

When you negotiate with kisses all over my face for me to let you play in the sand pit for a little more… You Twinkle in My Eyes. Continue reading “Twinkle in My Eyes”

A Letter To My Daughter

Darling Daughter,

Today, you turn two. It is 4 am and seeing you sleeping carefree with half-open mouth, wide spread arms and teeny-tiny snores, I feel at peace.

Thankfully, probably the only worry you have today is ‘how do I convince mom to let me play in the sandpit for a little more’; I have, unfortunately, bigger things to be bothered about.
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She’ll Be What I Am

Just like any other father, I always want my daughter to remain daddy’s li’l doll. When she is just six months old, you are inclined to giving her a finger to hold; it often leads to underestimating her abilities though.

I thought she was too little to understand the world. I didn’t realize that I was wrong until that morning when she smiled when I smiled and frowned when I fake-frowned. I first thought it was a co-incidence. I repeated the sequence to be sure. Continue reading “She’ll Be What I Am”

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