Tag: blessing

  • Loved Across Every Distance

    Loved Across Every Distance

    This is something written for you to read someday—when you’re older and curious about how deeply you were loved, even during the moments you were away from people who loved you.

    When you went to your Motamummy and Motapappa’s house in Ahmedabad for the first time, something quietly changed back in Rajkot. The house felt a little calmer, a little quieter. And your Dadu and Dadi felt your absence in the smallest moments and missed you more than words could ever explain.

    They called often. Not because they had any questions —but because you were important.

    “Is he awake?”
    “What did he do today?”
    “Did he smile?”

    Every call was really just another way of being close to you. Hearing about your day, seeing your face on the screen, listening to your tiny sounds—it filled their hearts in a way nothing else could. They missed holding you. They missed watching you sleep. They missed the way you made even ordinary days feel special.

    Your Dadi carried you in her thoughts all day long. She spoke about you constantly—what you must be doing, how fast you were growing, how much she wished she could hold you just once more that day.

    And then there is your Dadu. He is never someone who shows much on the outside. Quiet, reserved, not very expressive. But with you, something changed. His love came out in little questions he asked again and again, just to know more about you. It showed in the way his face lit up every time your name was mentioned, in that big smile he couldn’t hide. I had never seen him like that before. You brought out a tenderness in him that words never could.

    And when they both talked—almost every conversation came back to you. You were the center of their world, even when you weren’t in the room. From far away, they loved you quietly, completely, endlessly. Distance never changed that. If anything, it only made their love reach farther.

    So when you read this one day, remember:
    Even when you were at your Motamummy and Motapappa’s house being loved day in day out, you were never really away from your Dadu and Dadi. You were always with them—in their calls, their conversations, their smiles, and most of all, their hearts. You were and are loved more than you could ever imagine by everyone.

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  • The Boss Baby and his Army

    The Boss Baby and his Army

    Hello Monkey Boy,

    Before you even learned how to open your eyes properly, you had already built an entire fan club. And not just any fan club—a full-blown army. The kind that shows up half-asleep, armed with love, opinions, blessings, and an endless supply of “let me hold the baby.”

    Mom and Dad were your co-CEOs—learning on the job, running on love and very little sleep. They were supported by motamummy and dadi, who brought wisdom, warmth, and the magical ability to calm everyone (including the parents).

    Your Dadi and Motamummy became our quiet guardians during that first month and a half. They made sure your mama was always well fed, well rested, and cared for, because they knew that caring for me was also caring for you. Warm meals appeared on time, gentle reminders to rest were constant, and every little need—spoken or unspoken—was met with patience and love. Because of them, our days felt softer and our nights felt safer.

    Then came the japa nurse, Nomita didi—part nurse, part angel, part baby-whisperer—guiding everyone through those days like a pro. And of course, the househelps, Swati didi, Prabha aunty, Nayana aunty, Kavita aunty, Kailash aunty, Usha aunty, Kiran aunty, Poonam ben and Parvaty who all made sure the world kept spinning while all attention was firmly fixed on you.

    And then there was Stella—your dog sibling, your silent supporter, and the most patient member of the household. Stella took a gentle backseat so Mom and Dad could be there for you always. She waited quietly during long nights, accepted fewer cuddles without complaint, and watched over you with curious eyes and a protective heart. In her own way, she understood that something very special had arrived—and she made space for you with nothing but love.

    Even when they weren’t physically around all the time, Dadu, Motapappa, Mamu, Mimi, Chachu, and Chachi always had you on their mind. Phone calls, messages, prayers, and constant “How’s Sharva?” check-ins made sure you were surrounded by love from every direction.

    And let’s not forget Mom and Dad’s friends—your first unofficial aunties and uncles. They made sure your parents were heard, supported, reassured, and occasionally reminded that they were doing just fine. From pep talks to laughs to “this phase will pass,” they held Mom and Dad up so they could hold you.

    So if you ever wonder how you were raised in those early days—know this: You were raised by a village full of love, teamwork, chaos, kindness, countless helping hands—and one very good dog. You may have been tiny, but you were never alone. You were carried by many hearts (and paws) from day one.