i’m on my way to delhi after spending a few days in kolkata. and while laying on the lower birth, i couldn’t help but imagine as to oh how beautiful would it be, every morning that oh I’ll spend w my daughter.
oh how lovely would it be? for oh i can imagine. it’s night and after feeding my sweet lil muffin, i would witness her running here and there, for oh she wanted to play, ‘pakram pakrai’ which is basically a game where you just have to catch the other’s and when you like touch them, they are out and it’s their turn.
oh how cutely she would run w her small small legs, from room to room, only to find me behind her. oh how lovely would it be, to act as if oh i just am not able to catch her, only to listen to her giggle and hear her try to say the name of the game. oh after running from one room to another, I’ll tell her that ‘pakadh liya aapko’ that is, i caught her and oh she’d still just giggle and oh how beautiful would it be all?
now she’ll run after me, all around the home, only to make me move from one place to another, but oh eventually she’ll catch me, for she’s faster, as I’d tell her, only to kiss her cheeks and take her to change for it’s time to sleep.
oh I’ll slowly change the diaper and a t shirt, only to kiss her all over for oh she’d be looking just so adorable.
oh I’ll pick her up, only to lay her next to me, after which I’ll pull her close to me. I’ll slowly place the blanket over her, only to caress her back and kiss her forehead, while she looks into my eyes. oh this cute lil ball of fluffy baby, will melt me no matter what she might do, and oh I’ll love her in a way no one ever could for oh she’d be exquisite.
oh I’ll narrate her a story of how beautiful love is, yet painful, only to add fairies and princess in it and tell her that oh they are as beautiful as her.
oh we’d sleep next to each other, under the stars, and oh I’d be so happy, for I’d have everything I could ever want in her. for oh my daughter would be the loveliest of all.
oh every night would be a story so new. but a bed as yesterday’s as we yet again share a blanket w princesses on it, only to create beautiful moments of tomorrow, that oh the world would witness only to love a lil more about each day.
i can go on and on but something’s are just for the wifey, you know.