It has been nearly 2 years since we moved. By the beach. Every morning when I wake up, the first thing I do is pull up the curtains and look at the beach. There is something calming about water. Deep blue. Or deep green. Or some days it is lifeless and pale. When the wall
Category: Letters
Wednesday, 16th May 2018 09:08 AM Cries. Jubilation. Excitement “O my Lord, I actually delivered” Alhamdulilah.* Teaching me the power of Mind Over Body. Alhamdulilah. Helping me learn new skills. Breathing through the pain. Alhamdulilah. Succeeding through positivity Positive Affirmations. Alhamdulilah. Teaching me the power of ‘Informed Birthing’. Alhamdulilah. Helping me learn that ‘I can do this
My little girl, it has been 24 months. 24 months. Alhamdulilah. (25 months by the time I posted this!) Some days I still find it hard to believe that I am a mom. I thought becoming a mom would make me different and “wise” and a multitude of other adult-characters, but for the most part,
Dear little girl. As we usher in a new year and you turn 17 months, I cannot beam at all the strides and milestones you have reached. We just spent a long weekend with your grandparents and your ‘Tinka, Tinka’ made everyone a lot happier though stories of illness and retirement have put us down
Dear little girl, I have meant to write this for a little while now. Well, busy with an ever busy toddler 😀 You have blossomed into a lovely hyperactive one year old girl. Alhamdulilah. My heart swells in pride over your every milestone – every step and every word. ( I hope I don’t become
Hello little girl. You turn 10 months today. A milestone for you. A bigger one for me. Just last week we visited Bangalore, the same place where I spent 5 years of my life doing my graduation. I never thought I would visit the place again when I left it in 2012 , that too
On a flight from Bangalore to Mumbai. The pilot announced that we will soon land into Chathrapathi Shivaji International Airport. Baby is happy and not cranky during take off and during the flight but she cries hysterically while landing. TH was tickling her and trying to make her laugh. Her joyful giggles and his content
01/08/2015 16:55 I heard your first cry. ‘Everything is fine! ‘ Traumatic ordeal – forgotten. Alhamdulilah Months of waiting and praying In my hands finally. So tiny. So precious. Alhamdulilah Your birth taught me the strength of my body, the resilience of my mind, the power of prayers. Alhamdulilah Two strangers united in love and
(I started this series ‘Letters to my unborn child’ during the April A to Z Challenge which sadly I never completed due to all the stress and workload I was under back then. Here I am trying it out again since this is something I really want to document. Hope I am successful this time
This post is part of the A to Z April Challenge. My theme for the month is ‘ Letters to my unborn child ‘. Dear baby, Did you know a pencil cannot be formed on its own? Neither a computer nor a leaf! So there has to be some one who made it, right? What
This post is part of the A to Z April Challenge. My theme for the month is ‘ Letters to my unborn child ‘. Dear baby, Of late, I dream of your features. Your smile. Your face. Your eyes. Who will you resemble? Me, your dad, your (late) paternal grandpa? What will the shade of
This post is part of the A to Z April Challenge. My theme for the month is ‘Letters to my unborn child’. Dear baby, The first word I, your dad and grandma uttered when we came to know of your existence inside me is “Alhamdulilah” All Praise be to God. Merely that knowledge of your
As like last year, in the whim of a blogging frenzy I signed up for the A to Z Challenge. Last year’s theme was A to Z of Arabic words in English. It suited my tagline and the exact reason of why I started this blog – my love for words. Much has changed in