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Viraaj

Here's wishing you a very happy birthday. May the spark of curiosity turn into an undying flame that keeps driving you lifelong. May your sorrows be countable and joys boundless. May you keep your family and friends close and learn that they're priceless. May the joy of sharing be your strength.

Happy 4th birthday to the purest part of our hearts. We love you heaps.

One year passed by in the blink of an eye!!

Happy birthday son.

I wish you achieve all your dreams and more. But I also wish that you achieve it all through your hardwork, perseverance and grit.

Son, remember the four pillars of a life well lived is love, patience, humility and forgiveness. This is all tied together and held in place by hope. Never lose hope my love.

Mirrvaan, here's to you being true to your name. Here's to having a life that is large and full of experiences you will cherish for life. Live not for the rat race of figures and graphs, but count your years in laughter and tears. Take pride in the small moments you joy you live with friends and loved ones, because those are the moments that will matter at the end.

You are our heartbeat and we cannot thank you enough for coming into our lives. You completed us as a family and nothing makes us happier than the twinkle in your eyes and the smile on your lips.

Mom dad and bhaiya love you more than words can ever express.

Happy birthday my little boy!

It's been 11 months since I first held you. Time has flown by so quick. This tiny little boy who snuggled right into me just as he was born now refuses to sit in one place for more than a few seconds.

In this time, all you have given us are newer joys. You have let us relive our childhood with you again. My son, know that we will always have your back in life. May you achieve all that you're meant to be and more.

Our love for you goes beyond words.

Happy 11 months to us and to you, Mirrvaan.

10 months! Time has never flown so fast before.

Happy 10 months to the happiest part of each day. Your smile brightens our world like no other.

No big words today. Just wishes for a happy healthy and fulfilling life, for you, my son.

As I've always said to your brother, so I say to you too, the most important thing in the world that you should always remember is that mummy, papa, and bhaiya love you the most.

Happy 10 months our bundle of everlasting joys!!

My little bundle of joy, my cuddle partner, my little baby, it's a happy happy day today. You've turned four months old. My heart swells with joy and pride when I see you trying to turn over and succeeding, when I see you shaking rattles, when I see you trying to move forward on your tummy, when I see you cooing and stretching your arms to come to me.

You my son are all things precious put together in the cutest little package. Happy birthday Mirrvaan. May you always have abundance of all that you need and desire.

On days that are tough, you little man, are my anchor.

And then the wait paid off! I still remember the look of pure exhilaration on his face when he saw the second bold line. No joy could have made us happier.

The nervous jitters of missed dates, coupled with a sense of excitement and the hope that this could be it.... That was us since mid July of 2018.
PC: The very talented . Thank you for creating my most spectacular memories from my wedding to my little son.

Five years of agreeing to spend a lifetime together.

Happy Ring Anniversary husband!

Sometimes in life, you should step back and look at the bigger picture.
Enjoy the space you need from the world at times. Revel in the serenity of white.

My son is my life, but it's okay to feel overwhelmed by motherhood once in a while. It's by far the most difficult, most trying and the most rewarding experience in my life which I'd trade for nothing. But in the midst of all this, I've learnt I need to take out some time for myself too.

Had to button him up for the impromptu dance that he did on our baby shower.

New post is up peeps. Link in bio and down below for you to follow.

I've truly been trying to speed up the writing. But doodling after ages so divided my free moments in two things that keep me going. Words and doodles.

Here's a sneak peak into the post.

"But, maybe it was the bliss of having my entire family with me, partaking my joys that let me sleep like a baby in the arms of my baby’s father who I'll be seeing only after a month now."

https://quaintmusing.wordpress.com/2020/09/29/the-calm-and-the-crazy/

After such a lot of craziness, you'd think it was finally all calm. Well, what's life if there's no craziness. And here, I'm talking about the good crazy. What followed all the frustrations and the last moment mishaps and tummy upsets was a kick ass celebration with all the near and dear ones. From the decor to the food, from the invitees to the music, it was all what I had imagined and more. [ 471 more words ]

https://quaintmusing.wordpress.com/2020/09/29/the-calm-and-the-crazy/

The Calm and the Crazy After such a lot of craziness, you’d think it was finally all calm. Well, what’s life if there’s no craziness. And here, I’m talking about the good crazy. What followed all …

Get ready to see some blues in the upcoming doodles. Thanks to the awesome and .jjw who have made me relive my fountain pen days with this wonderful gift.

Over 6 weeks of labour on this 6" x 6" piece.

Got back to doodling after ages. Motherhood makes your life so different. Something that would have taken a few days before now takes a few weeks. Nevertheless these few weeks were better than the ones before. Because, at the end of the day, I had my doodle to take my mind off all the stress and unwind in the flow of ink through the nib.

Geometric pattern after ages. To show the structured yet chaotic lives we all lead in this pandemic.

This break was much needed. Thinking of something flowy for the next one.... 🙂

This one's dedicated to

The perfectly warm sunny morning
And all my heart
In a single frame

That's what joy on a bright sunny day looks like.

Here's to a belated 18month celebration.

Viraaj,
Time with you has flown and how... And there's nothing I can say or do to sum up all the joys you've given to us. I wish I could still time and capture this moment forever in my heart.

My little boy who once fit in a single arm is speedily outgrowing my lap now. Son, you may keep outgrowing my lap, but there's always going to be enough and more space for you in my heart.

You will always be mama's little boy no matter how old you grow (when you want to be one). While at other times, we can be friends, co-conspirants, peers or even pirates.

Son, you name it and I will be in it with you. Let's do a pinky promise to this.

Love you forever.
Mum

That's what joy on a bright sunny day looks like.

Here's to a belated 18month celebration.

Viraaj,
Time with you has flown and how... And there's nothing I can say or do to sum up all the joys you've given to us. I wish I could still time and capture this moment forever in my heart.

My little boy who once fit in a single arm is speedily outgrowing my lap now. Son, you may keep outgrowing my lap, but there's always going to be enough and more space for you in my heart.

You will always be mama's little boy no matter how old you grow (when you want to be one). While at other times, we can be friends, co-conspirants, peers or even pirates.

Son, you name it and I will be in it with you. Let's do a pinky promise to this.

Love you forever.
Mum

Not just a trend, it's a serious issue. Hence the challenge.

Thank you for educating me about this
Challenge accepted and

Further tagging .moondra

Writing again after a long long long hiatus. A set missing nanny and house helps amidst the corona lockdown is not really a motivator.

But this time, I'm hoping to get over the 'procastinating exhausted momma mode'.

Here's a sneak peak into the next event in my pregnancy chronicles which I'm hopi g will speed up to track by the time my son turns 2. 🙈🙈

"Surprise surprise!! With them came both, my maternal and paternal grandmothers. The two most special women were standing before me and I was too zapped to even know how to react. A fair warning, a person as emotional as me, cries even in animated movies. So once the stupefy wore off, it was immediately replaced with tears of joy. More like bucket loads of it because… you know it… Pregnancy hormones."

Follow link for the entire piece.

https://quaintmusing.wordpress.com/2020/07/14/the-storm-before-the-calm/?preview=true

Well well well. Now, is a baby shower not the most awaited part of your pregnancy? Not really the most, but, definitely one of the more awaited ones. The one day, when you're made to feel extra special for creating the miracle of life. Mind you, the husband and the family did make it super special on all other days too. [ 727 more words ]
https://quaintmusing.wordpress.com/2020/07/14/the-storm-before-the-calm/

The Storm before the Calm Well well well. Now, is a baby shower not the most awaited part of your pregnancy? Not really the most, but, definitely one of the more awaited ones. The one day, when you’re made to feel ext…

Mummy said I can go to buy fruits with her only if I wear a mask.

These times are trying. And now, when the lockdown is being lifted in phases in India, and hopefully soon in my country, Nepal, as well, we need to be all the more careful of our safety and hygiene. Our chances of transmitting the virus or contracting it becomes much more as we all go out and about on our businesses.

So, like me, please wear a mask and carry a sanitizer always, and go out only if it is the urgent. Mummy only let me go out to get my favourite banana because it had been so many days and I had not eaten one. And I had to come back and first wash my hands and legs and face, so I took a mini bath. Hehe.

माँ,
एक अजीब सी ख़ुशी का राज़ हो तुम
एक सुंदर एहसास हो तुम।

There could be no better photograph to capture this surreal joy. It is only now after becoming a mother myself, do I understand how beautiful and complete this feeling is. A mother is not just a person or a feeling or an emotion. It is so much more than that. If you fit my entire universe in one person, I'd call that person mom.

Maa,
Before I was myself,
You made me,me.

No timeline is enough to celebrate you mum. Nevertheless, happy mother's day.

These two boys are my sunshine on every rainy day.

Until tomorrow

Getting back after a long hiatus. Link in bio and below.

The image I had conjured up in my head was no match to the joys I was currently experiencing. Life has a way to give you more than you expect from it. This was my moment of getting more. Our moment. On 12th of November, 2018, I had my very first communication with Viraaj, without any external support.

https://quaintmusing.wordpress.com/2019/12/21/the-first-flutters/

While the first half of pregnancy is quite life changing, the second half becomes more about gearing up for the final trimester. Weight gain and the increasing girth of your tummy seems like a constant companion. Let's just say, the calm before the storm get a little too calm. Here I was looking for something new, some new excitement, another communication from my little baby, but no ultrasounds coming up. [ 744 more words ]
https://quaintmusing.wordpress.com/2019/12/21/the-first-flutters/

The First Flutters While the first half of pregnancy is quite life changing, the second half becomes more about gearing up for the final trimester. Weight gain and the increasing girth of your tummy seems like a cons…

Be my little boy a while longer
Let me hold you a little closer

Son , time flies like never before
You're out as long as you were in before

The joy of holding you to my heart is but
Just next to having you in my tummy

Son, make time still
And let me get my fill

Be my little boy a while longer
Let me hold you a little closer

*8 Pillars of Baby Monkhood*

1. A baby monk is always cute.
2. A baby monk does not share his dudu.
3. A baby monk is happiest when milk drunk.
4. A baby monk always acts like he's meditating when he is thinking of his next naughty deed.
5. The baby monk routine: Drink, Sleep, P*e, Repeat.
6. A baby monk remains calm even after a p**p explosion
7. A baby monks is permitted to sleep while meditating.
8. A baby monks play time is more sacred than his meditation.

You know the thrill of your first bicycle ride, with the wind on your face and hair swaying behind you? The thrill of liberation. Well, that is zilch when compared to what we felt when we finally had something of our little baby to hold onto.

https://quaintmusing.wordpress.com/2019/07/27/your-beats-our-heart/

Your Beats, Our Heart You know the thrill of your first bicycle ride, with the wind on your face and hair swaying behind you? The thrill of liberation. Well, that is zilch when compared to what we felt when we finally h…

With pregnancy comes the dance of the hormones. Some shoot up and make you love the foods you never looked at twice, while yet others will go down and make to despice your favourite dishes. It suddenly made me a masala chai person. Mind you, till before this, chai meant something is wrong. Very wrong.

https://quaintmusing.wordpress.com/2019/07/21/lays-magic-masala-bruschetta/

Lays Magic Masala Bruschetta You know those defining moments in life, those that change you as a person. Well, those two bold lines surely changed me as a person. The incredible knowledge that there was this little human growi…

July 24th, 2018… We were desperately waiting for the results. After taking the sample and putting it on the stick we sat and waited. Those three minutes felt like hours. Sitting on the bathroom floor, we were waiting for those two bold lines. After what seemed like an endless minute, we saw that first bold line. The anticipation grew as we sat staring at the kit. Only to see an almost invisible second line. We were told that this may not be it.

https://quaintmusing.wordpress.com/2019/07/05/are-we-we-are/

Are we? We are!! You remember the anticipation and the nervous jitters on the day your 12th board results were due? Like your life, your future depended on it. The moment of judgement, the moment of reaping what yo…

So, I broke my promise. I didn't continue writing. And I'm back here again. Over a year later. Guess what bombshell I have now? But, there's no guessing I guess. The pretty cliche title of this post gave it away. The GAD patient continues to have the GAD Syndrome, however this time the acronym stands for Gosh! Another Diaper Change!

https://quaintmusing.wordpress.com/2019/07/02/my-little-bundle-of-joy/

My Little Bundle of Joy So, I broke my promise. I didn’t continue writing. And I’m back here again. Over a year later. Guess what bombshell I have now? But, there’s no guessing I guess. The pretty cliche…