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Nonu- A Complete Human Being





Nonu is now thirteen months old. Celebrated her first birthday last month and this month we had visited kalol. I was so surprised when Nonu would not go to her own grandparents in her birthday, it seemed very important to ensure that she gets to know them better. So, took her home last weekend, although only for a day. But it was good and worth it. Before that, right after Nonu's birthday, we had taken off to Haridwar, Rishikesh and Mussorie with my brother in law and his family (read Travelogue). It is very important from this stage for the baby to understand family values, and appreciate the roots. It was during that visit that her first couple of teeth were noticed (on 25th of May, 2009) and now she has almost started growing like a full grown human being. Earlier, her sole effort in life was guided towards being close to parents, now at times she tries to snuggle away from our arms, to wander on the floor. The independence is endearing and worrying at time, as she takes first steps towards trying to explore the world on her own. Although she can only walk couple of steps now, that also rarely, but the arrow is out from the bow and from here it can only go forward. I would not want to stop her journey as well, since this is the direction she is meant to take, the ship is meant to go into the sea. One thing that worries me is her hunger for appreciation and relationship, as whenever I have seen her coming into interaction with someone, she seems to be all over trying to get the love from them. What is most fascinating is the way she so softly and lovingly goes about looking for the love that it is so easy to not notice it. Will she grow up to be that way just as me.  I just pray that this does not come out as a deep weakness for her, and she would learn to be happy with herself without losing her loveliness. 


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