From a paradise called papa's arms
18 April 2013
Dear Papa,
Remember I told you once that you and ma taught me that nothing is born for nothing...that I too am worthy of a life. Those were the days when you joined ma in fighting to save me when the doctor aunty had suggested otherwise. I clearly recall that night and the agony on your face when you learnt that you had to make a choice between mumma and me. You had just found us again, and mumma was not ready to let me go. For her there never was a choice. Having finally being embraced with your love, I wasn't ready to give up either. Till then I had left everything to God, but once I had your love and acceptance, I wanted you to fight for me...and you did. That was the night of promises...you promised ma your support, and I promised you that I will fight from within...I will fight for the day when I break out of mumma's cocoon and snuggle myself against your arms. Here I am now...right where I belong.
Papa, it seems just the other day that bhaiya led us to you in God's own house, the temple, when you came looking for us. I and mumma were all set to go far away from you. But God intervened...and united us. Today, once again I felt I and mumma were in danger of being separated from you...and once again bhaiya and God saved us...God held mumma back, and bhaiya helped me come out. You have no idea how scared I was for mumma when she doubled up in pain...I knew I was giving her that pain, and couldn't do anything. In that moment of intense pain that we both went through, I decided to come out so that ma's pain was eased. I know, I know...that was kind of an impulsive decision...but then I am mumma's boy in every which way. It's from her that I have learnt that when we love someone we do whatever it takes to relieve that person of any pain.
So...tada...here I am...in your arms. Gosh, you really took your time to come in. I kept my head turned toward the door, waiting for you. And then there you were, tip toeing in. Those white-clothed women had secured my hands inside that cloth, otherwise I would have jumped right into your arms...something I wanted to do for seven months. I saw you for the first time in the outside world...I can't describe how I felt papa...except that it was a moment of pure bliss when you caressed my face and said, "Humara baby"... Mumma was as always feeling guilty of putting everyone in trouble, but you defended my impulsive decision to rush out, saying it was not trouble but a long-awaited happiness. If I was inside mumma, I'd have danced around in joy at having you agreeing to my decision...but this outside world is a bit overwhelming. I have to confess I needed to be within your arms and feel the familiar heartbeats that I used to hear from inside whenever you hugged mumma. Even as I waited for that magical moment, you went to mumma... *sigh* I guess that is right in a way...Mumma needed you more as she was feeling all lonely without me anymore to give her company from inside her tummy.
I waited with baited breath for my turn when you said those beautiful things to mumma and caressed her. For the first time in my little life I felt a little left out. I used to be so part of yours and mumma's moments that I had taken this threesome special touches for granted. Oh well! If you want some...you gotta lose some. But I warn you, hun...the moment I learn to move these arms and feet, I am going to come and plonk myself right between you two...even if it's for old-times' sake. Anyways, I was getting a bit restless all by myself when you said that I am the symbol of your love...the outcome of your love...For a moment I was like...'Aayu, there they go again...lost in each other...do something,' so I decided to make some noises.Thank God, that got your attention and you two remembered me. What? You thought I was seeking attention? So what if I did...you better get used to it. I am going to need that attention all the time. This little one is greedy. ..So don't blame me , when the noise levels go higher every time you leave me by myself. I loved it when mumma teasingly pushed you away toward me. And then you picked me...Aha, what bliss to be in your arms...the moment I dreamt of so many times. This is my safe haven in this outside world...which I admit looks bigger and scarier than it seemed when I was inside mumma.
Ooh! I loved your little tiff regarding who I look like...Papa, why do you even start with all this? Mumma always beats you hands down. Trust you to play the emotional card on her. What was that? "You separated your Yashji from you because now our son has arrived." I could have laughed out loud at your cute sulking expression that sent mumma into a tizzy with "Howsoever you are, in the end you are my Yashji." Err...ahem...may I remind you two again that it's about me at the moment...I am the VIP here. Could you two get off eying each other and do something with me? Like give me a name, for starters? Thank the lords that you heard me at the same time and blurted out in unison "AAYU." Wow! I love the name...and I love mumma's explanation more..."Yash aur Aarti ka Aayu."
Papa...I thank you and mumma for giving me this life...for believing in my existence...for protecting me through all the ordeals...and most of all for giving me so much love. I want to be like you...and I promise I shall give it my best shot. You are my ideal...you are my Superman...you are the best...always and ever!
The world looks beautiful from your arms...and not so intimidating anymore. I love you so much.
Aayu