Long gone has the habit of regularly penning down my heart felt words ..I sit today on October 27th of 2008 ,probably after a long long gap of time to pen down few thoughts randomly disuading my brain.It snowed the first time today for this year and Isha and I watched the first snowfall not only of this year but also the first snow fall which Isha could feel and understand...ofcourse this is the second winter for her but it is now that she understands what is different than regular.
Isha has turned into a beautiful butterfly with the course of time and learning about nature...within no time who will be ready to fly to its dear flower......and I will be left alone again .....!!but this time not as alone as I was before she was born. Now I certainly will have the beautiful memories of hers and all that she did and didnot .Every good thing in life reminds me of a time when it is going to get over not because I am pessimisitc but because I am practical ...I know to live every moment of life as it comes and have always done but while life keeps teaching me things I teach myself things about life and to Know ,to love and to part is the inevitable process of life who so ever and how so ever may it be.
I remember myself as a little gal with all the ifs and buts of all kids of my age...my developing temperament and parental control with my proliferating persona.Small things are the ones which you remember for ever.Its not the birthday which was celebrated with pomp and show which you remember but the cake that you helped mom to bake for you ....the so called first cake of your life is the touching moment.Tears roll of my eyes as I try to pen these thoughts for words can never be as touchy as feelings and moments have been .Every word is an identification of a feeling but cannot explain the feeling in totality.What makes me write the above words is as I remember my chidhood so does every one and so will my daughter.I want to fill all her such memories with joy which might sometime roll of for sure as tears from her eyes...not that I want her to cry ever which no mom would ever want but being rational when I say this we all cry one day or the other for things which filled our world and is mom not a very vital part of every Kid ...however far my Isha might go but I will always be there with her....with even my last breath I would want her to have all the joys of the world .Now I know what attachment means ..what twines us to this world ....we would all be dead without a hope.Life gives us hopes all the time ..first when we grow up we have a hope for ourself...and then we have hopes for our beloved ...we share hopes then ...and from then forever we share hopes as lovely couples ...now Isha being the greatest hope of my life ...Our LIFE....and what beautiful a joy to see with ur own eyes LIfe of your LIfe...grandchildren!!
A baby is the hope of a life ,not a life actually ..of many lives.....and Isha is the pole star for many.
Everyone thinks high of their child and wishes success and so do I but I also feel Isha has her own liberty to do what she feels would be good for her...for I know Isha would be lot smarter and decisive than me .She has to be virtuous that is one dream I dream of every day ...I wish she would read this post one day and be wise enough to understand the importance of being virtuous than being intelligent.
Leading a big life full of pomp and show is definitely a fortune but leading a peaceful life is more important and I wish her the same .Now with my old habit of digressing from the topic and becoming sentimental I have written so mcuh but let me pen down what I was here for .
