Part 1
I'm reading my diary which contains all the special moment between US that I wanted to preserve.
Luckily I got this idea of writing a diary at the age of 7 & 1/2, the day when SHE got her first mehndi.
And reading it now is a special feeling which is indescribable with words.
I still can't remember the first time I saw my Baby as I was also a child at that time.
Thanks to Mom, I could write those events which I can't remember.
She said it was the time we shifted to Mumbai near Lal uncle house, just 1 month before my 5th birthday.
As she remembered the first meeting with her best buddy, she dictated the meeting as if she was visualising it, so I can note it down in my point of view.
I should say that my Mom has a strong memory power to even remember our talks which I noted in my diary, except the title of the events which I chose to not mention to anybody, even to my Mom.
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Meeting my Baby for the first time
First day in Mumbai, the workers were placing all the things in their places so we went to the only house next to us to get introduced, as others are on the other side of the road.
We mean Mom and me.
When we were waiting at the door, Kasturi aunt came and greeted us.
Mom and aunt got jelled up well immediately.
When she asked us to come in, we heard a baby crying.
Leaving my Mom's hand, I went running to the direction of the sound and they came running behind me.
There I saw a cute baby in bed with pillows around her, crying with all the energy she had.
I went near her and took hold of her small hand to which she suddenly stopped crying and started to analysis new people who were in front of her.
"Aunty! Baby is cutee!" I said.
"She is adorable" my Mom said.
"Thank you! Her name is Chakor!" aunt replied.
"Sweet name!" Mom.
"Smalll!" I said playing with her fingers.
"She must be less than 1 year, when she grows up, she will have fingers like yours." Mom.
"Can I play with her aunty?" I asked.
"He has never seen a few months baby!" Mom to Aunty before turning to me "When she will be big you can play with her Raju!"
"I want now!" I started crying repeating the last word.
"She is only 8 months Raju! When she starts to walk you can!" Kasturi aunt said and I relaxed hearing it.
Mom and Aunt took their seat on the sofa having lady talks while I was still stuck to her and having fun playing with little Baby.
When Mom finished her talk and asked to go with her, Baby was holding my finger in between her hands strongly and was talking with me in her language and I was telling her something in gibberish.
I again cried when Mom started to free my hand from that tiny hands:
"Leave me Mumma! Or let's take her with us!" between sobs.
"As you need your Mumma, she also needs her Mumma so we will come again tomorrow. OK?"
"I need her and she needs me. See she is smiling!" pointing Baby Chakor.
"You are a good boy, isn't it? You can come whenever you want to play with her but now Mumma want you, so you should go. Wait I will bring a chocolate for you." said Aunt.
Silently I took the chocolate and left from there with Mom to come back the next day after I got admission in a school not far from home.
***
Mom said that from that day, I went to see my Baby in morning before going to school.
And in evening, once I finished my homework I was at their house until Mom called me for dinner.
In few days it has become a routine that even my Baby was waiting for me, awake so that we can talk what we understand.
If I have to speak about us, I can speak for days and days. Neither my parents nor her parents can tell all our tales. But I'm sure that they will never forget the incident which happened during my 5th birthday.
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My Birthday - First separation
Aunt and Uncle entered our house with a gift box for me but I was searching for my Baby with whom I got so attached just in this one month gap.
I was searching for my Baby around them and I went out to see if someone was carrying her. I searched for more than 10 minutes before coming in front of Aunt who was chatting with Mom.
"Where is my Baby?" I asked.
"She will be disturbed to be in noise so she is at home with her nanny, Raj!" answered Aunt.
"I want to see her now!"
I didn't see her since morning with all the relatives and parents' friends' wishes. It never happened in these one month. So I'm not going to pass the day without seeing her.
"We will go after the party Raj." Mom said.
"I want to see her now!" saying that I ran to my room and closed the door, sitting behind it blocking the way to enter into the room.
Mom and Aunt followed me, then Uncle and Dad joined them asking me to come out, telling me that they will buy this and that but nothing worked.
All I could say was:
"I will only when she is here!"
Minutes passed before I heard my Baby giggling sound. I immediately opened the door and there I found my Baby in front of me, in her mother's arm.
I took hold of her tiny hand and said:
"Baby! You came!" I felt happy to see her.
"Ahann! Baby is here, come let's go and cut the cake." said Mom.
"Nobody should call her Baby. Only me!" I declared.
"She is a baby, so it's normal to call her like that Raj." Uncle said.
"You all call Chakor. Me only Baby!"
Seeing my adamant nature nobody wanted to create any drama, so the party continued and I cut the cake holding my baby hand in my left hand as she was with Mom, when my parents were holding my right hand.
***
Thanks to Mom's memory power, I could mark this important event in my diary, a picture perfect scene.
From that day, for each birthday of mine, this will be the main topic discussed by my Mom to me.
Making fun of my childhood activities is her favorite pastime.
Never mind! It refreshes my memories of my 1st birthday with my Baby and other idiotic things I did for her and with her or I can say memorable events of my life.
That was the same day I copyrighted the name 'Baby' for her, so 2 reasons to celebrate my birthday each year.
I remember that when she started to walk, I brought her often to our home and we played in my room for hours.
Our parents became really close and they started to have common friends, so wherever we go, I had the opportunity to have her by my side.
Most of the WE our parents have get together, so I can have my Baby all for myself.
When she is awake, I will be full of energy.
When she dozes off, I sleep with her.
Only when she has her food, I will not be with her as most of the time she cries and I don't like to see her cry.
Years passed and she turned 3.
It was during karwa chauth. When our mothers were applying mehndi, my little one started to cry saying that she wanted to have her hands designed as our mothers.
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My Baby's First Imprint
"Once you put designs, I will hold her hands until it's dry." I announced taking my Baby near our mothers as I can't see her cry.
"Are you sure? It will take time to dry." asked Mom.
"Hmmm." I just nodded.
I took hold of her both hands and showed them.
Mom and Aunt put simple flower designs each one in each hand. My baby was happy that she got her hands colored, I was happy seeing her happy.
Holding both her hands, I brought her to my room and made sit in my lap, taking care of not messing her designs.
30 minutes passed when Dad called me from study room. So I said her to sit in place without touching anything and left from there.
I left her for just 2 minutes and when I came back, she came running toward me with her toothy smile and imprinted my plain white favorite t-shirt with her hands.
I got angry, more on myself for not taking care of her wish.
Seeing my angry face, she started to clap her hands until she noticed her hand and again tears started to brim from her eyes. I made her sit in my lap and cooed her until she dozed off.
Along with her, I also slept with her over me and I woke up when Aunt came to take my Baby with her.
***
Since then, each year, along with elders, she gets mehndi applied on her hands and I took care of her until she was able to take care of her hands. This was the routine until they were in Mumbai.
I thought it will be my only dress to be imprinted by her hands, but no. Each year she did something to annoy me with her mehndi intentionally or unintentionally. Instead of getting angry, I will be calming her and doing things to make her smile.
To sum up, I can say that she was always behind my favorite dresses.
When we play at house or in school, she sometimes throws ink just to irritate me and I order her to not do that but it falls on deaf ear.
Coming to school, I remember asking Uncle and Aunt to join her in my school, so I will take care of her. They said she will join my school when she enters 1st standard as there is a preschool near our house.
I was ok with that as I will see her every day and can spend time with her.
2 years passed like a jet.
She came with me for the first day of her class in our school.
I can never forget that day.
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My Baby's First Day At My School
Dad and Uncle came to drop us at school.
Holding her hand, I took her into school where my friend Aditya came running toward us.
He is my only best friend at school.
We are in same class since I remember.
He always comes first to school and waits for me to come.
And today, we are meeting after summer holidays.
"Hi buddy! How are you?" he asked giving me a friendly hug.
"Superb! And you?" I asked hugging him back.
"Great!" he exclaimed.
When we broke the hug, he saw my Baby near me.
"Won't you introduce me to her? No problem!" Aditya turned to Chakor's side saying "Hi Sweety!"
"Ah! How do you know my name?" palming her mouth in shock.
Sweety is the name used by our family members, so when I spoke to others about my Baby, I use Sweety. But today, I think I did a big mistake to not use the name Chakor outside our house.
"Take this!" Aditya extended his hand with toffees to her.
"She doesn't like these toffees!" I announced but at the same time she took 2 toffees from him.
What else can I say now?
Suraj was like a silent spectator watching each and every reaction of Chakor who was smiling showing all her teeth to Adi when he asked questions after questions.
I wanted to do something to Adi but he is my best buddy, so I spared him and made a note to not let anyone approach her.
She is innocent and nice to everyone.
I can't risk her in any circumstances.
So I have to make sure to not let any boy near her, even in her class.
***
From that day, I made sure to come even before Adi so that I drop Chakor in her class.
Adi was shocked to see me there before him, even my parents were hell shocked to see me getting ready to school earlier than before. What could I say to them? I couldn't say that I was jealous of my friend who was speaking to a 5 years' girl. I'm sure that if I said it to them, they would have thought that I'm crazy or even mad.
Remembering what I did to boys in her class makes me think how crazy I was.
I threatened all boys of her class with whatever ideas that poked my mind at that time. Sometimes even blackmailed them by taking their parents name, homework, ...
I succeeded in making sure that all boys of her class keeps a distance with her and she never comes to know about it. Being their senior helped me a lot.
Even if someone from other class tries to speak, boys from her class made sure to not let that happen. I should thank my Baby too; she is so habituated to me that she doesn't like to speak with other boys a lot. But sometimes she does something that makes me to think why can't she be a baby of 3 years for all her life.
Sometimes she asked questions like 'Why I can't come with you to ground? Why shouldn't I speak with Adi? Why my class boys are like this? ...'.
Sometimes she makes wishes or orders like 'I want to do your work. I need that blue color rose. I wish next year I will be of the same height as you...'
I can't blame her for that as I'm partially reason for these questions, wishes and orders.
Most of the time I order her to do my works, I mean she helps me and she got used to it. I like blue so I drew a blue rose for her and she wanted to see a real one. I told she is small so she can't go to ground with me which made her make a wish like that for a Christmas. I can explain each and every words of her but I can't digest the one wish she wanted. It's not a wish, it's a bomb.
She was 8 when she put a bomb, making my heart crack a bit.
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Her First Protest
"I will not talk to you if you call me like that!" using my trump card.
The weapon I use to make her do what I want.
This shows that my Baby is grown up.
Even I can play this game with her in my own style to make her accept that name.
The name she doesn't want me to use.
What to do? I like to call her like that.
She is my Baby!
And only mine!
I didn't even let anyone call her like that as I own the copyright over that name of her.
"Why Baby?" I asked.
"We are in school, please don't call me like that."
"I like that name and we are used to it. So what happened now?"
"My friends are making fun of me, please." I saw tears in her eyes.
"Baby please! Don't cry. I will not use that in school, Ok Sweetoo?"
"Sweety not Sweetoo!"
"Ok! Now come on! Stop crying. For me."
"Even in home I don't want you to call me like that!" she announced.
"Sometimes, I can't. What can I do?"
"Use some other name!"
"Will Honey be ok!"
"I saw Big Boss calls Aunt like that. So no!"
"It suits you more than Mom. And Dad uses it rarely so no problem."
"Are you sure?"
"If you don't want me to call you Baby all the time, get used to Honey Sweetoo."
"OK I AGREEE!" gritting her teeth.
I know how to irritate her just by using one word: 'Sweetoo'.
She hates it.
I know that she feels shy to be addressed as Baby. Another reason is that she wants to show me she is not a baby anymore. I have to agree on that point. She is growing up and I should protect her from evil eyes.
"Hey guys! What are you doing here?" Adi came from nowhere in-between us.
"Oh! Nothing!" I said without letting her reply.
"Hi Sweety! How are you? How are uncle and aunt?" Adi asked her.
"All good!" she replied smilingly.
"We are getting late. Have to go!" I announced.
"Ok Bye! See you! Bye Sweety!" Adi said.
I took hold of her hand and started to move from there biding bye and she too did the same.
As Adi parents are also in same business as our parents, they all became friends and sometimes we meet in parties and get together. Mostly she gives one-word answer to him and I'm happy with that else I think me and Adi would have been enemies by now.
***
Adi my best buddy, the small villain in my story.
He appears like a magician at the right moment to spoil it.
The moment which I don't like to be disturbed.
Those moments are really special for me, as being with her alone is like being in paradise.
Paradise of magic, being with a person we like the most, a person we love more than anyone or anything, a person who makes us feel lucky.
Luck and love is something which comes unannounced.
Love happened to me.
In a different form.
In a different way.
Luck happened to me two times.
Thanks to my parents.
And Thanks to my Baby.
I remember that day when I called her Baby after a long time and she didn't say anything.
I didn't know that I had only few days to be her, to speak with her and to call her Baby.
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- Maithili
Edited by maithu_ - 8 years ago
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