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From a Feeling to Forever

My dearest Shavu Vavu,

Exactly one year ago, on April 9th, 2025, our world quietly and beautifully changed. That day started like any other, until something deep inside me felt different. I can’t explain it, but I just knew. Before I told anyone—even your dad—I decided to check. It was just a feeling, a quiet whisper in my heart and somehow, it turned out to be true. Two little lines appeared, and in that moment, time stood still.

I remember staring at them, my heart racing, my hands trembling, and a million emotions rushing in all at once—joy, disbelief, love, and a deep, overwhelming sense that life would never be the same again. Because of you. You were our tiny, beautiful secret for a little while. And then came the moment we began sharing the happiest news of our lives with our closest family.

Your dadu and dadi had just landed in New Jersey for a one month trip to the USA when we told them. The moment they heard, everything changed—they couldn’t wait to come back, to be closer, to celebrate you. Their excitement was so pure, so full of love, it made everything feel even more real.

Motamummy and motapappa were in complete disbelief at first. It took them a moment to process, and then slowly, their faces lit up with the happiest smiles. It was the kind of joy that takes a second to sink in—and then stays forever.

And the rest of your little world? Oh, they were over the moon. Chachi, chachu, mimi, and mamu were crazy happy—full of excitement, laughter, and so much love for you already. You were celebrated from every corner, by everyone who matters to us.

And then came the waiting. Those months felt long and short at the same time. Every day, we imagined you. Were you okay? How would you look? Would you have my eyes? Your dad’s smile? Would you be calm or mischievous? Would you love music, or stories, or cuddles the most?

We shopped for you with so much love—tiny clothes that felt too small to be real, soft blankets, little socks, cribs and bassinets, car seats and strollers, everything that made us smile every time we saw them. Every item we picked wasn’t just a purchase; it was a dream, a piece of the life we were building for you.

We spoke your name before you even arrived. We changed our minds a hundred times, searching for the one that felt just right—the one that would carry your story, your identity, your light. And all the while, we waited. We counted days, weeks, moments just to meet you.

And now, here we are 9 April 2026. One year later, on this very day, you are in my arms. Not a dream, not a thought, not a hope—but real, warm, smiling, and ours. You are four and half months old already, and somehow, it feels like you have been a part of us forever.

You have filled our home with laughter we didn’t know we were missing, with sleepless nights that we wouldn’t trade for anything (maybe I would), with a love so deep it’s impossible to explain.

Looking back, April 9th will always be the day you quietly entered our lives. And today, it’s the day I hold you close and realize—you were worth every second of the wait.

Always and forever,
Your Mumma 💛

Had to check twice before telling anyone

From two pink lines to so many lines, just one year apart!

April 9, 2026
Not Just Ours, Their Sharva Too

There’s something incredibly magical about watching your little world grow bigger—not just with milestones and firsts, but with love pouring in from every direction. And for you Sharva, that love has come in the most beautiful, overwhelming ways, through Mumma and Pappa’s friends, their people!

It feels so special—almost indescribable—when friends go out of their way, beyond their busy schedules and daily chaos, just to hold you, see you, and shower you with affection. It’s not just visits, it’s intention. It’s love in action.

From day one, you were welcomed with open arms. Hinal masi, Navil masa, Yash mamu, and Palak mami made sure they were there right at the beginning—meeting you, blessing you, and instantly becoming a part of your little universe. And it didn’t stop there. Calls, messages, video calls, constant check-ins filled with warmth, as if distance was never really a thing. And they even found their way to Ahmedabad just to see you again.

Hinal masi has been your personal gift fairy, always bringing the cutest surprises that somehow feel just as warm as her hugs. Vidhu masi didn’t wait long either—she came all the way to Rajkot with love (and gifts!) and has always made it a point to meet you in Ahmedabad as often as she can.

Even from afar, love found its way. Ishani masi, though she couldn’t come in person, made sure you felt her presence through countless thoughtful gifts—each one a little piece of her love wrapped just for you.

And then there are the ones who made their way as soon as they could—Rohan chachu, Vasu mama, and Pranali chachi—arriving in Ahmedabad and coming straight to meet you, bringing along not just gifts, but memories we’ll always hold close. Harsha masi added her own special touch by sending the same things that Kush loves—because what’s loved once must be loved again.

And for all the many others who couldn’t physically be here, their love still reached you. Through calls, video calls, messages filled with excitement, curiosity, and affection—they made sure they knew you, and more importantly, that you would always know you are loved. Because that’s what this is, really. Love. Pure, effortless, abundant love.

Our baby boy, you may be tiny, but you are surrounded by something so big—an entire circle of people who love you like their own. And as parents, there is nothing more heartwarming than seeing your friends become your child’s people.

And somewhere in the middle of all this love, Mumma and Pappa have quietly realized something too—we truly have the best friends in the world. The kind who show up, who stay, who love deeply and selflessly. The kind who turn moments into memories and make this journey even more special. And one day you will realise that some of your “aunts” and “uncles” are the relates by blood – they are friends that we love so deeply, they became family. And that is the beauty of chosen family – love that goes beyond last names.

Sharva, you truly are one lucky little boy.

And our hearts? Just a little fuller because of it.

Vidhu Masi ❤️

Pranali Chachi ❤️

Vasu Mama ❤️

March 18, 2026
She Came. She Sang. He Slept.

Vuvu boy! The first few days after bringing you home were magical and overwhelming but equally tiring. Sleepless nights, endless feeds, and the constant worry of “Are we doing this right?” became part of our everyday life. That’s when your japa nurse, Nomita aunty entered our home — and quietly became our lifesaver.

There were moments when you were completely inconsolable. No amount of rocking, feeding, or cuddling seemed to help. That’s when she would gently scoop you into her arms and walk around the house or sit at one place for hours if needed. Her patience felt endless. Watching her calm you with nothing but love and rhythm was nothing short of a miracle.

On nights when exhaustion took over me, she became my strength. There were times she held you through the night so I could finally rest. While I slept, she stayed awake — rocking, soothing, whispering lullabies into your tiny ears. Knowing my baby was safe in her arms allowed me to breathe again.

She didn’t just care for you — she filled our home with joy. She sang sweet Bengali songs (your favorite being Aay Aay Paakhi) that made your tiny eyes slowly close. She danced around the room just to bring a smile to a little face. Sometimes it looked like a private concert meant only for you.

What made her truly special was her spirit. She was always smiling and chatting with our family, turning even the most tiring days into lighter ones. She was constantly joking around, spreading laughter wherever she went. She had the heart of a child — playful, warm, and full of life — and yet the wisdom of someone who truly knew how to care for a newborn.

Most of all, she loved what she did. You could see it in the way she held you, in the way she spoke softly, in the way she never rushed a moment. This was never just a job for her — it was her calling.

They say it takes a village to raise a child. For us, your japa aunty was that village in one person. Her hands gave us rest. Her songs gave you comfort. Her laughter gave our home happiness.

We will forever be grateful for the woman who walked into our lives when we needed help the most — and left behind memories we will carry forever.

February 19, 2026
Motamummy’s House Rule: Baby First, Logic Later

One day, when you’re big enough to read this on your own, we want you to know something. Before you ever remembered anything, you were already the center of everything.

Motamummy’s house was a place where time moved slowly, arms were always ready to hold you, and love showed up loudly and unapologetically. It was you, your mom, motamummy, japa aunty, mamu, motapappa—and a whole lot of laughter wrapped around a very tiny human.

You didn’t need toys back then. You had people. People who made absolute fools of themselves just to see your eyes widen. We sang you the weirdest songs—songs with no tune, no logic, and lyrics that changed mid-way. Sometimes we sang about milk. Sometimes about your tiny hands. Sometimes we just sang your name like it was the greatest song ever written. Motamummy took these performances very seriously. You watched us like we were fascinating or mildly confusing. Either way, you stayed quiet, so we counted it as a win.

And oh, your expressions. You had this way of looking at us like you were already figuring things out. A serious face that made us wonder what you were thinking. A sudden smile that made the entire room freeze and then explode with happiness. Sometimes you made a face so strange that all of us burst out laughing together. You had no idea why—but somehow, you were the joke and the joy at the same time.

We didn’t just talk to you. We talked as you. In a deep, confident voice, we’d say things like:
“Relax everyone, I’m in charge here.”
“Yes motamummy, I know I’m cute.”
“Mamu, good effort. You may sing again.”

We gave you a personality long before you could show us yours. You were witty. Slightly dramatic. Very aware of how adored you were. And motapappa—oh, motapappa adored you in the quietest, purest way. Day in and day out. Holding you, looking at you like you were the answer to something he’d been waiting for. You didn’t have to do anything. Just being you was enough.

We talked about your future a lot. At motamummy’s house, you were already a singer, a storyteller, a traveler, a dreamer. Sometimes you were all of those in one afternoon. We imagined you laughing, walking into rooms with confidence, being kind, being curious. No matter who you became, one thing was always certain—you would be deeply loved.

I watched all of this with a smile I didn’t even know I was wearing, already saving these moments for later. Motamummy held you like the world could wait. Japa aunty stood close, proud and protective. Mamu brought noise and fun. Motapappa brought calm and endless love. And you—so small, so new—somehow made everyone feel complete.

Motamummy’s house wasn’t just where you stayed. It was where you were celebrated. Where your earliest days were filled with laughter, silly songs, made-up stories, and a family that thought you were magic.

One day, you won’t remember any of this. So we’re writing it down for you. So you know that before you could speak, you were spoken for. Before you could laugh, you were the reason we did. And before you knew what family meant, you were already surrounded by it—every single day. Always remember this:

You were loved from the very beginning. 🤍

Tummy time

Sleepy baby

Sharva becomes Sharvari

February 7, 2026
A Year of Firsts: Welcoming 2026 With You

As the calendar turns and the world steps into 2026, Sharva, you are just one month old. You don’t know what a “new year” is yet. You don’t know about resolutions, countdowns, or fireworks. Right now, your whole universe is made of warm arms, familiar voices, milk, sleep, and the simple comfort of being held. And yet, this New Year feels bigger and more meaningful than any before it—because it is our first one with you.

Before you arrived, life was full, busy, and familiar. Days moved quickly. Nights were quiet. Plans were made far in advance, and time felt predictable. We didn’t realize how much space there was in our hearts until you showed us. Life before you wasn’t empty—it just didn’t yet know what it was missing.

Then you arrived. In an instant, everything changed. Time slowed down and sped up all at once. Nights became shorter, days felt softer, and the smallest moments suddenly mattered the most. A tiny stretch, a yawn, the way you curl your fingers around ours—these became the highlights of our days. You made ordinary moments extraordinary simply by being here.

Life after your arrival is louder in some ways and quieter in others. There is less sleep, but more meaning. Less routine, but more wonder. We see the world differently now, because we see it through the lens of loving you. You have already taught us patience, presence, and a deeper kind of joy than we ever knew before.

And now we step into 2026 together.

This year will be special—not because we know exactly what it will bring, but because it will be filled with your firsts. Your first smiles, your first laughs, your first words, your first discoveries of the world around you. You will grow more each day, and we will grow alongside you, learning how to be the people—and family—you need.

When you read this someday, you might be much older. You might not remember these early days. But know this: as 2026 began, you were deeply loved. You were our greatest hope, our biggest change, and our favorite part of the future. And you were part of a family that includes not only people who adore you but also your fur sisters: one here to grow up with you, and one watching over you from heaven.

This year wasn’t just a new year.
It was the beginning of a life we couldn’t imagine before you.

Welcome to 2026, little man.
We’re so glad we get to walk into it with you. ❤️

Slumber Party on New Year’s Eve, 31st December 2025

January 1, 2026
Tiny Human, Big Welcome

Hello our little joy of bundle Sharva….

First of all welcome to this amazing world Sharva, we were eagerly waiting for you. You are super precious kid for 2 families Bharad & Rawal and many family members like us.

Sharva let me tell you that you are supper lucky to born in Bharad Family. You have amazing great grandfather Gijudada where he will teach you the true meaning of life in coming days. I know still you are just 35 days old but dude in this world time files.

Sharva the most memorable time you will have is with your grand parents and sharva belive me you are super lucky to have Jatindada & Shobhadadi and Rajeshnana & Kavitanani.

Now here you have to deal according to your wish cause all your wishes whether it is right or wrong will be fulfilled here, your all naughtiness will be loved here. Your tiny demands will be completed by the above 4 persons.

Now Sharva its turn to know your parents Priyank Pappa & Rajvi Mumma..here you have to deal according to the mood of your mom & dad. Buddy here you can’t expect that things will be done easily. But yes let me tell you Rajvi & Priyank are the best mom & dad and you will be proud of them.

Then you have super cool chacha – chachi & mamu Ronak chachu – Hasti Chachi & Akshat mamu. These 3 are super rich persons buddy create you basket of dreams and as soon as you grow bigger put it in front of them and they have no options to deny your wishes as this 3 are super scared from dadi- dadi & nana-nani. So gear up to be super power of Bharad and Rawal family.

Sharva you will have super fun with Stella. I often send video to your parents that in coming years Sharva & Stella will have very mischievous time but on other hand you will feel absence of Happy because if Happy would be here she would have taken great care of you.

Let tell you about one more kid that is Krishaa. From the day you have come each day she keeps on seeing your photos and is eager to tie a rakhi on your very 1st Rakshabandhan. She will be your elder sister always taking care of you.

Sharva lastly about me, your Yash Mamu! I will be a superman for you. I promise to keep each and every mistake of yours hidden, all your wishes will be fulfilled, and you will be spoiled like anything… Stay tuned buddy for more updates on blog.

Yours

YASH MAMU….

Your Chosen Family 💙

December 30, 2025
The Legend of the Monkey Boy

In the quiet hours of the day, there’s a tiny boy who rules the house. He’s small, warm, and brand new, with fingers that curl like they already know how to hold on. He is my newborn baby boy Sharva, though around here he goes by his official nickname: Monkey Boy.

After a feeding, when it’s burping time, Monkey Boy transforms. Suddenly, he’s no longer a sleepy newborn—he’s a tiny jungle creature clinging for survival. He presses himself against whoever is holding him, clinging with surprising determination. His little hands latch onto shirts, fingers, collars, and occasionally hair, as if gravity has personally offended him. Letting go is not an option.

He presses his face into your chest, curls his legs in, and holds on with a strength that makes you wonder if he’s secretly been doing pull-ups when no one’s watching. Then, just when you start to think he’s forgotten why he’s there—BURP. A small, victorious sound, followed by an even tighter cling, like he’s proud of himself and wants a round of applause.

Monkey Boy doesn’t know much yet, but he knows how to burp like a champ and cling like a pro. He knows how to hold on, and he does it with his whole heart. And somehow, between the burps and the baby grip of doom, he manages to make everyone laugh—and fall even more in love with him. 🐒💙

The Monkey Boy Burping with his favorites

December 10, 2025