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.
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.
When, seeing your mom with skipping rope, you insist on doing it yourself; with a perfectly mistimed jump you tangle your feet, topple and laugh uncontrollably lying on the floor… You Twinkle in My Eyes.
When, standing on your performance platform – the dining table, you pretend holding a mic with an empty fist, while you try to sing ‘Rain Rain Go Away’ and end up singing ‘Lain Lain Go Gaway’… You Twinkle in My Eyes.
When holding a remote control like a phone, with smiling nods and tilted head, you talk to your imaginary friend ‘Jackpot’ and tell him about how you had a great time at the zoo the other day… You Twinkle in My Eyes.
When, after a tough tiring day with your monkey business you end up on the floor with your arms and legs spread wide, partly open mouth, trembling eyes full of dreams and teeny weeny snores; you resemble a star and… You Twinkle in My Eyes.
When you climb up on my tummy and pull my cheeks and hair in the middle of the night because you have had your nap alright- I would think you won’t but yes – even then… You Twinkle in My Eyes.
When you, with your tiny little hands and a face hosting a thousand expressions, like a granny, explain how you fell off your tricycle… You Twinkle in My Eyes.
Then, you come to me to show the tiny scratch on your knee which I cannot even spot; when asked ‘Where’s is the scar, honey?’ you point it out to me with your teensy index finger as your mom’s reddish pink nail paint flaunts off your pea sized nail… You Twinkle in My Eyes.
Then you linger for me to sympathize and blow a puff of air at your ‘scar’ to magically cure it in a jiffy… You Twinkle in My Eyes.
Baby, Sometimes I feel you are probably too young to understand what wonder you have done by coming into my life. Sometimes I feel you are probably too innocent to understand what ploys I would willingly get into just to see you smile. Sometimes I feel you are probably too pure to see the evils that I would keep at bay from you – today, tomorrow and until the world runs out of evils. Because, You Twinkle in My Eyes.
Stay Happy, Stay you.
Photo Courtesy: Aakash Kothiya