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Nonu -Two months old





It is a great sense of love, admiration and pride to watch the young one growing. She has started showing some signs of knowing me and her mother as she stretches her arms upwards as if to attempt to cuddle to me. I do not know if she does it with the intent of hugging me, out of love, or it is just her way of exercising her limbs, it any which way looks so endearing. There is one thing however, which one as an adult can learn from a kid, which is guilt-free happiness of Epicurean order. Even when so small to depend on others for all her practical requirement, the baby is not the one to make compromises, she will smile only when she is happy, not to make you feel happy. So much honesty and trueness, hope she will be able to save those smile because I want to smile in times to come, as she slips into Dale Carnegie smiles, at least for her Papa, or Baba, whatever she decides to call me.


I remember, I used to spend long afternoons with her mother over never-ending cups of coffee during my younger days, but then she was (and is) an enchanting conversationalist and it was maximum four hours at a stretch (any thing beyond could seriously lead to argument, not for any valid reason, but may be because of too much of a good thing) but with this little creature, it is different, she will not talk to me, does nothing with an intent to please me, all her efforts are to please herself, and out of experience, I can say, that I can forever keep on watching her face, some time for hours before it breaks into a wail or a smile. I do not know why I could see and feel all emotions in her smiles, does she as yet understands emotions or is it just some silly exercise for her laugh muscles preparing her for the time to come. When she does not so well understand the world around her, will she someday understand me? Will I always remember to indulge in her exuberance without ever attempt to amend, to rectify. Sometime, it is a pain to think that she will not remember any of this love of mine when she grows up. But then, Ships are meant to leave the shore, and birds are meant to fly away.

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