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Hey ppl...I don't write often but I had this lullaby stuck in my head and a this picture of Twinj baby...couldn't help but write this...
The setting is a bit different Twinj live in London they are married for 5 years and have a 5 month old son Aarav...(Ps..Kunj is our Sidhant Gupta)
Aarav is crying.
It's not the sort of little sniffles here and there, maybe a few whimpers sprinkled in. No. It's the loud, red-faced wails and screams coming from the kid's tiny mouth. Kunj blinks his eyes open, sighing as he stares at the dark ceiling. It takes a moment, but he manages to scrape up the few bits of strength needed to roll off the bed.
Aarav is still crying.
Kunj stumbles over to the crib, glancing back at the bed to make sure he hasn't woken Twinkle. Except she isn't there.
Right.
She'd gotten up and gone for work. Which means that Kunj has to find a way to make his son go to sleep. Which is next to impossible. Twinkle is always the one to get Aarav quiet. Kunj is terrible at it.
He sighs and reaches into the cradle, lifting his bawling son into the air. "Shh," Kunj whispers. "Shh. You're so loud, baby. So loud. Why can't you sleep?"
Aarav continues to scream, tightening his chubby baby hands into fists.
"Aarav, baby," Kunj mutters, resting his son's head against his shoulder. He strokes the brown tendrils gingerly, waiting for Aarav's body to stop shaking.
It doesn't.
"Shh, Aarav, shh. Come on, baby. Shh. I've got to go to sleep, bud. And so do you. It'll be better for both of us if you stop crying. Come on, Aarav. Shh."
Aarav bawls, his eyes scrunched up and lost under his fat baby cheeks.
Kunj groans softly and walks to his bed, bouncing his son as he goes. "Shh. Shh. Shh."
His shhs get more and more desperate. Aarav's wails get louder and louder. "Twinkle. I need you," Kunj whispers uselessly. Aarav sniffles in agreement, quickly returning to his loud cries. "Why can't you just sleep already, baby? Huh? Is it that hard? What is it? Are you hungry?" Kunj heads to the kitchen with Aarav held tightly against his chest. He might as well try to shove food down the kid. It can't hurt.
In the end, it turns out that it can hurt, and it does, as Aarav makes it very clear that he isn't hungry. The screams are even louder now. Kunj now has a headache.
"Okay, okay!" he exclaims, dropping the container of baby food on the table. Aarav isn't satisfied with this small victory and continues to howl.
Half a bottle of milk (most of it ending up on the floor instead of in Aarav's mouth), a rejected blankie, two Aspirins, and another half-hearted stab at processed peaches later, Aarav is (surprise) still shrieking and crying his displeasure at the world.
Kunj is wondering how many Aspirins he can safely take in two hours.
Not enough, is his conclusion.
"Go to sleep, Aarav " Kunj whines hopelessly, closing his eyes and letting himself entertain the thought of sleep.
Aarav looks shocked that someone is stealing whining from him. He lets out an especially high-pitched squeal in protest.
"Please, baby? I don't know what to do." Kunj sits on the bed, offering a pacifier to Aarav, who bats it away pointedly. "Doesn't Twinkle sing you a song?" he murmurs, more to himself than to his son. "What is it? Oh. Oh. Damn it. What is it?"
It's no the traditional "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" or
those cute songs television parents use to sing their television children (who are remarkably more innocent and easier to handle, Kunj realizes) to sleep. It's something weird, probably a song by one of the bands. Something by Sun Kil Moon, maybe? Or is it The Donnies The Amys?
Aarav uses the silence to suck in a deep breath, preparing himself for another round of blood-curdling screams. But Kunj can't take it anymore, can't take all the screaming and crying and yelling and tears. Why can't the kid just go to bed? So he manages to get out a few words in a strangled breath before Aarav goes at it again, mumbling the first gentle-enough song that comes to mind. This is hardly the time for belting out "Somebody to Love," much to Kunj's frustration. That he can handle. Lullabies? Not so much. Unless "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" counts as a lullaby...he'll have to ask Twinkle later.
Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby , cradle and all...
Aarav is crying.
It's not the sort of little sniffles here and there, maybe a few whimpers sprinkled in. No. It's the loud, red-faced wails and screams coming from the kid's tiny mouth. Kunj blinks his eyes open, sighing as he stares at the dark ceiling. It takes a moment, but he manages to scrape up the few bits of strength needed to roll off the bed.
Aarav is still crying.
Kunj stumbles over to the crib, glancing back at the bed to make sure he hasn't woken Twinkle. Except she isn't there.
Right.
She'd gotten up and gone for work. Which means that Kunj has to find a way to make his son go to sleep. Which is next to impossible. Twinkle is always the one to get Aarav quiet. Kunj is terrible at it.
He sighs and reaches into the cradle, lifting his bawling son into the air. "Shh," Kunj whispers. "Shh. You're so loud, baby. So loud. Why can't you sleep?"
Aarav continues to scream, tightening his chubby baby hands into fists.
"Aarav, baby," Kunj mutters, resting his son's head against his shoulder. He strokes the brown tendrils gingerly, waiting for Aarav's body to stop shaking.
It doesn't.
"Shh, Aarav, shh. Come on, baby. Shh. I've got to go to sleep, bud. And so do you. It'll be better for both of us if you stop crying. Come on, Aarav. Shh."
Aarav bawls, his eyes scrunched up and lost under his fat baby cheeks.
Kunj groans softly and walks to his bed, bouncing his son as he goes. "Shh. Shh. Shh."
His shhs get more and more desperate. Aarav's wails get louder and louder. "Twinkle. I need you," Kunj whispers uselessly. Aarav sniffles in agreement, quickly returning to his loud cries. "Why can't you just sleep already, baby? Huh? Is it that hard? What is it? Are you hungry?" Kunj heads to the kitchen with Aarav held tightly against his chest. He might as well try to shove food down the kid. It can't hurt.
In the end, it turns out that it can hurt, and it does, as Aarav makes it very clear that he isn't hungry. The screams are even louder now. Kunj now has a headache.
"Okay, okay!" he exclaims, dropping the container of baby food on the table. Aarav isn't satisfied with this small victory and continues to howl.
Half a bottle of milk (most of it ending up on the floor instead of in Aarav's mouth), a rejected blankie, two Aspirins, and another half-hearted stab at processed peaches later, Aarav is (surprise) still shrieking and crying his displeasure at the world.
Kunj is wondering how many Aspirins he can safely take in two hours.
Not enough, is his conclusion.
"Go to sleep, Aarav " Kunj whines hopelessly, closing his eyes and letting himself entertain the thought of sleep.
Aarav looks shocked that someone is stealing whining from him. He lets out an especially high-pitched squeal in protest.
"Please, baby? I don't know what to do." Kunj sits on the bed, offering a pacifier to Aarav, who bats it away pointedly. "Doesn't Twinkle sing you a song?" he murmurs, more to himself than to his son. "What is it? Oh. Oh. Damn it. What is it?"
It's no the traditional "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" or
those cute songs television parents use to sing their television children (who are remarkably more innocent and easier to handle, Kunj realizes) to sleep. It's something weird, probably a song by one of the bands. Something by Sun Kil Moon, maybe? Or is it The Donnies The Amys?
Aarav uses the silence to suck in a deep breath, preparing himself for another round of blood-curdling screams. But Kunj can't take it anymore, can't take all the screaming and crying and yelling and tears. Why can't the kid just go to bed? So he manages to get out a few words in a strangled breath before Aarav goes at it again, mumbling the first gentle-enough song that comes to mind. This is hardly the time for belting out "Somebody to Love," much to Kunj's frustration. That he can handle. Lullabies? Not so much. Unless "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" counts as a lullaby...he'll have to ask Twinkle later.
Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby , cradle and all...
Kunj pauses, gathering a breath and smiling down at his son as his brown eyes become smaller and smaller until they close completely and the loud, red-cheeked baby becomes a quiet, sniffling, sleeping baby. His tiny fingers twitch against Kunj's chest occasionally. Kunj smiles down at the soft lump of a human cradled against his shoulder, laughing at the little flickering eyelids, the little wriggling toes, the little strands of brown curls blowing from Kunj's breath. He's silent. Everything is silent.
Kunj breathes a heavy sigh of relief.
Babies aren't that hard. He should do this more often.
"And rockabye, sweet baby Aarav," Kunj whispers, brushing a kiss on Aarav's forehead.
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