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motherhood saga – ode to unsung hero


It was mother’s day couple of days back and so was this post lingering on my mind. Sure it is a blessing and it is much more than that if you have a that one person as your partner of motherhood – of-course in literal sense.

I would not say motherhood is overrated as every moment of it is either a sweet surprise or a new hiccup to get over, but fatherhood is underrated for sure is what I honestly feel. Now that we are at the advent of gender equality, fathers have come far beyond of their role of being mere bread winners and yours truly is fortunate enough to have such a significant other. So for this time, motherhood saga is all about ode to unsung hero of it – a father of 14 months old.

When I reminisce last two years, the time since we knew are going to be parents to the date, every day has been a new adventure and things kept changing to extent of turning my world upside down – only HE being the constant support to rely on. Things have changed for him to in exactly same way and extent if not more and I interrogate – did I bother about it? for the obvious answer. I was/am so occupied handling spilled over things that I tend to look back only when I need a shoulder to lean on – Unfair, I understand and accept that. Motherhood doesn’t turn any one dumb and deaf for the rest of world though it brings you on toes round the clock. Possible reason for this may be that things that appeared on the surface were so calm,subtle and stable that they hardly showed any glimpse of turmoil underneath. I bow down this art of him of keeping the surface calm irrespective of relentless paddling going down there.

As time is progressing, I am realizing that motherhood takes far more than nine moths of carrying and labor. I keep wondering for how and when things changed and started falling in place without me nagging me for any of it. It started right after we were back here – adjusting her here with new predicament, getting up at any odd hour of the night for her formula,bearing with her peeps and poos,sleeping cautiously every minute of night for she may fall off the bed when she started crawling, giving her bath,making her sleep,changing her nappies and clothes, making her hair and now feeding her from your own dish no matter how much mess she creates with both of her hands in the dish.No one is born with capabilities to go swiftly about all this and so it must not have been easy for you either.

This is just to let you know that nothing of it has gone unnoticed though it may not have been reacted to from time to time. You are adored even more than before for this helping hand without being asked for it. I am spell bound to put what it means to have this all. And though you are sharing the responsibilities for motherhood already, it takes a mother to appreciate it 🙂

Wishing all the mothers and helping fathers a very happy Mother’s day..!

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home is no home without you…!


Okay let me admit it first. Yes I miss you that badly and I never ever thought that intensity of this can be this high..! May be because this the very first time that I am here without you being here in 10 months that we are married for..!
It will be hard for you to believe that I wasn’t feeling any sleepy for a long time last night, no I am not kidding, I am telling the truth. I spent time hating myself for the fact that my eyes refuse to open even for second no matter how much I try for that when you are around and so want to talk. I still cannot figure out what causes this and out of what it didn’t happen when you weren’t around.

I just want this weekend to finish ASAP, I opted for a working weekend, I am just not able to cope up with this void that your absence is creating. I  am logging f for your walk around as I am cleaning the room. I am logging for the nuisance that you cause while I bring back your cupboard to a usable state. I just miss you as much as humanly possible..!
Just be back as soon as you can…!

Oo sathi reee,din dube naa…

completing two months of madness…!


60 days of being married to you :), nothing less than a roller coaster ride. Exploring you as a life partner is a different experience altogether though you are the same you at core heart.
      Keeping with you in not that easy dude 😉 no I mean seriously :p :p ( I can imagine his face with eyebrows raised whilst reading this line :D). OK the reason I am saying this now is that I have started living with you 24×7( no we still go to office, don’t take it literally). And here goes the list as to why I said it isn’t easy.                             
It is just 15 minutes before you reveal the secret that you want to leave after 15 minutes. Your wify isn’t super women darling, how she is supposed to manage your panic attacks as you get late???

Rimless glasses for week days and full rims for weekends, cannot we have rimless on weekends for a change ? Shouldn’t matter right? 😉

If I miss to answer your call doesn’t necessarily mean I am in trouble. I mean may be I am not near phone, or there are people around and yours truly is stuck with some discussion. Phone may be is placed in bag and I am driving,possible, right? This takes you to the pick of being panic. There cannot be absolutely anything wrong with yours truly as long as you are there, believe me.

Follow ups – I am improving on my food habits as much as I can. Bare with me for that while and slow down follow ups a little, please?

Clothes in your part of wardrobe wander as much as you do, will ya please find a little time help me arrange them? Its 2 months already and I am still clueless of what all you like in it and what you don’t, what is old and what is new. 😦 We really need to find time for this.

And yes last but not the list, try and teas yours truly a little less 😉 🙂

Well I’ll crib about zillion things in years to come as I’ll know you more as a husband, beyond this your love and support are the only eternal things, rest all flies by.
P.S. : It is just the new style of writing that I wanted try, no complaints at all for you honey.
Its me,
Yours truly

Daily Prompt: Born to Be With You


Got a soul-mate and/or a best friend? What is it about that person that you love best? Describe them in great detail — leave no important quality out.

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A friend, best friend and the soul mate then…! This is how he transitioned and turned from a stranger to soul-mate, that long journey it is..

He is the same fellow with whom my life started having “Boys” as friends. (He is not aware of this fact yet), as he never bothered for who all I have around. For him it was his presence in my hour of need was the only thing that mattered. Give him a shout, and I was assured the response, no expectations in return, yes absolutely nothing. This fact made me count on him as “Best Buddy” over a period of time. Being introvert by nature, it was next to impossible for me stand for whole new city and the all new life there by, just assuring words of him made me face and stand what all was coming my way.

He lives with the simple principle, “Live the time when it lasts”. And I am exactly opposite being always busy with the memories of the past or anxiety of the future. Hats off to his patients to push me out of this at least to some percent. Ask him, it was no easy task. I tend to spend hours together to find why particular problem is there in reality at all,when it is nothing wrong that I did, and what the solution can be is that he thinks of the exact next  moment when he realizes problem is there.

Once decided, its engraved is true for both of us, and that is the only thing we have in common. He talks  a lot, and yours truly is equal and opposite. He has, say odd 100 friends to whom he can count as friends, and number fingers that we have would me more if I am to count on. Extremities is his forte, calculated is risk is what I prefer.

Rock-solid is what I perceived him as long as mere friends that we were. Now that we are progressing a step further, I see how quickly this rock can melt when it is about his truly. Ex-stream sensitive is what I see under the hood of rock solid appearance that he has for rest of the world.

This is what all that forms the soul of my soul mate.

Born to be with you –

its me,

yours truly

tere bin…


tere bin / besides you
sanu sohnia / my love
koi hor nahio labhna / i shan’t find another
jo dave / who’ll give
ruh nu sakun / peace to my soul
chukke jo nakhra mera / and indulge me
ve main sare ghumm ke vekhia / i have gone and seen it all
amrika , roos, malaysia / america, russia, malaysiana
kittey vi koi fark si / there wasn’t any difference
har kise di koi shart si / they all had some condition
koi mangda mera si sama / some asked for my time
koi hunda surat te fida / some were fascinated with my face
koi mangda meri si vafa / some demanded my fidelity
na koi mangda merian bala / none wanted my demons
tere bin / besides you
hor na kise / no one else
mangni merian bala / wanted my demons
tere bin / besides you
hor na kise / no one else
karni dhup vich chhan / shall shade me in the sun
jiven rukia / (the) way you paused
si tun zara / slightly
nahion bhulna / i shan’t forget
main sari umar / all my life
jiven akhia si akhan chura / you said, looking away
“rovenga sanu yad kar” / “you shall weep in my memory”
hasia si main hasa ajeeb / i laughed a strange laugh
(par) tu nahi si hasia / but you didn’t
dil vich tera jo raaz si / you had a secret in your heart
mainu tu kyon ni dasia / why didn’t you tell me
tere bin / besides you
sanu eh raz / none shall tell this
kise hor nahion dasna / secret to me
tere bin / besides you
peerh da ilaaj / what druid
kis vaid kolon labhna / has the cure to my ills
milia si ajj mainu / i found today
tera ik patra / a note of yours
likhia si jis ‘te / on which you had scribbeled
tun shayr varey shah da / a varis shah couplet
park ke si osnu / upon reading which
hanjnu ik duliya / a teardrop fell
akhan ‘ch band si / what was locked in the eye
seh raaz ajj khulia / was revealed today
ki tere bin / that other than you
eh mere hanjnu / these tears of mine
kise hor / won’t be kissed by
nahio chumna / none else
ki tere bin / that other than you
eh mere hanjhu / these tears of mine
mitti vich rulnha / will wither in the dust

P.S. : This is lyrics of a song

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