They pampered me, spoiled me with their love, loved me more than my parents, taught me to laugh and live and explained about the greatness of our forefathers. The well spent time of my life was definitely with them.
I was my Grandparents Favorite. So was my brother, little cousin Sister and the ones that followed.
In short, they had many favourites, and I was just one among them.
He made sure I grew up like a Princess in our Modest Home in Chennai during my growing years.
I had everything I wanted under the Sun, or at least he promised he would get them for me.
He wiped those petty tears, Laughed at the nonsense talks, always acted as the missing puzzle and swallowed my poor Self-Esteem and moulded an utterly useless pack of mud into a woman. Whatever I have today or iam today, its only because of my Dad.
He loved me beyond measure, he believed in me, the biggest gift he gave as a dad.
But then, he loved and believed my brother too. He had another child to love. To embrace. He lavishly shared himself and again I was 1 in 2.
I always used to tell him, “Appa, if something happens to me, you have another Child. But if something happens to you, I don’t have another Dad”.
She gave birth to me, nursed me, taught me everything right from eating to spitting. She worked hard inside and outside the house. She spent her young days caring for this little girl but so did she for the little boy too. My brother.
Infact she loved him more than me. After all I was just the 2nd tenant in her little womb.
Yet again I was 2nd to everything.
There was love; there was joy; there was wantedness. But then, I was either tagging behind someone or was one among the many privileged.
Then came my Son, and I knew I have never felt this loved, until he loved me.
He loved me and loves just me at this moment.
I know his heart is full of me.
He told me so, while he looked intensely into my eyes and pierced my soul innocently.
I knew, I always knew, I was just another woman in this world until my Son popped out to tell me that iam his World.
Its not the way he smiles, but the way he cries out for me are the moments that stand out and make me a Champion.
The imperishable moments are those I have failed to capture in my camera. But they are imprinted deep in my heart, so deep that it will not fade away and live long after my heart stops beating or memory fails.
Here’s to you my beloved Ved, My Boy, who made me so wanted and special and a Superwoman.
Life suddenly feels so fresh and blemish-less like your babysoft face.
Come here my little one, let me hug you a little longer for tomorrow might be the day, you will fall crazily in love with your Superhero Dad and once again I take the backseat.
A little boy’s amma.