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How strange are memories. You fight to remember so much and so much makes its way to the surface, just like that. LIke Aneri instinctively knowing what she ought to do as she was welcomed to her home. Her namaste, her bending down to touch their feet. Responding to the warmth, the joy, the sheer happiness evident in the welcoming elders waiting for her. May Naniji's blessings come true for her.
Aneri's wondrous disbelief seeing the welcome she was getting made me both smile and cry. "Can I please have a balloon? Only one..." Aneri asked softly. There's yearning in there, a hesitancy that speaks of her circumstances. A balloon a luxury not to be just taken even if it was there.
Her considerate nature steals your heart as much as hearing her giggles does. How cute were her attempts to avoid the green stuff and suck merrily on theekha achhar! Even in her excitement at getting the parathas she keeps in mind Ramu Kaka's feelings. I love her, bas.
You have shown Arnav and Khushi automatically think and act as parents really well. The well being of their child their first priority. There have been so many moments in this chapter when I have had an indulgent smile on my face visualising the picture you've painted. Aneri clutching both their hands when they alight from the car,both of them putting her to sleep that first night, her opening her mouth to be fed by Khushi. Just adorable. Oh and tearing round the house with the balloons!
You never know what triggers memories kept at bay. Reading of her feelings as she walked alone to the puja room gives you a sense of the deep rooted fears in her about loss and loneliness. Those you don't physically hold on to, those who leave your eyesight have a way of going away forever. And never coming back. Constant reassurance and love and patience is what her parents will be there with. The trials and tribulations as parents will not faze them as Arnav and Khushi support each other. As you said, patience may not be Arnav's forte, but for his baby ... anything."Talent is nothing, without focus and endurance. Focus - the ability to concentrate all your talents on whatever's critical at the moment. Without that you can't accomplish anything of value, while endurance - the energy to focus every day for half a year, or a year, or two years. These two help answer the questions. How far can I take something and still keep it decent and consistent? When does it become narrow-minded and inflexible? How much should I be aware of the world outside and how much should I focus in my inner world? H Murakami
With every chapter you show us how much thinking, reasoning, assessment, observation, evaluation has gone into this story. How tiring it can be to delve into all the points of view through which to set a scene, to recount an incident, to bring lines of thoughts forward, to challenge, to ask questions to your readers. To bring a story into being...
For making me think of all these, I am grateful that I read your story...
Time is a greatly compassionate healer...
How different is this welcome to Shantivan from the welcome of Arnav and Khushi to the Gupta's San Diego home. There is so much love and traditions, rebuilt bridges, anticipation for the youngest member of the family, exuberance at seeing the new family in front of their eyes. Aneri, had already made a place in the elders' hearts, they had recognised her importance "in their children's lives". And I look like them, "with thirsty eyes", as they have become parents. And the celebration of the new beginning: new clothes, new joys, new family being welcomed.
Aneri the Extraordinary, makes this welcome so much special, through her memories of following the traditions, finding solace and understanding the love that the elders are showering on her. How endearing and warming are her actions during the aarti and tikka, how heartbreaking her hesitance of touching a balloon, how sweet her laughter throughout the day, how comforting her first time of sleeping alone. She has wrapped everyone around her little finger, with her sweetness and selflessness, she has made Arnav and Khushi take on their roles as parents. Khushi, always, always, always making sure that she is comfortable, giving in to her demands (only aloo paratha for her daughter and only made by her) checking on her with so much concern, almost as much in tears as Aneri, when going in to meet the lawyer. Arnav, so so so teasing, emboldening, lovingly pushing and making sure that she tries new things. Together, they have stepped into their roles as parents to cheer, smooth, fix and love, one as nurturer and the other as encourager (just like two people, that I have come to love dearly)
And the lunch table scene, so uplifiting, easy conversation and laughter being heard during all of it. I love all the details of seeing the dishes from a child's perspective.
Time is cruellest killer...
Aneri has remembered her parents and their traditions at the arti or while attending puja; she has recollected what method worked with her Amma, to not eat the food; she thought of how she slept with them, just before going to bed; the memory of them leaving her made her weary of letting Arnav and Khushi meet with the lawyer; she recalled her fear of loneliness when she went to meet Dadi by herself. All these moments came to a worrying question for her: Will they leave her alone? The pain of missing her parents is like a bubble pipe that just keeps making bubbles. It may start as a filling and a bursting one, but the bubbles just keep coming. Little bubbles of heartbreak that sneak up on you and burst, inundating you again with the tears or the sorrow filling that bubble. It robs you of the memories, it brings the loss closer, it makes you look for the next moment of abandonment, it changes you. And the nightmare starts. It's difficult to heal the nightmares, do you push, do you soothe, how to stop the mind conjuring them? You want to take it all away, but you need to probe to find the best manner of healing this cracked heart. This will leave marks on Arnav and Khushi as well, they will become hesitant of anything that might make her go experience it again. But as parents, you need to learn, that things will not always go your way, that battles have to be chosen carefully, but one thing will never change, the love for your child.
Love conquers all...
There is a crack in everything; that's how the light and love gets in. The love for their daughter will show them the best way to make things better, they will be more capable of experiencing love, giving love, feeling worthy of love, more able to experience the expansiveness of love; the looking outward and upward.
Because the light and love on the other side is soft and gentle and warm and healing, and so you must go, despite the difficulty of the trip.
Author's Note Dear IPK friends! Hope you all are doing well..! I am back here to the forum with another story that has been languishing in my...
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