I would like to wish the two of us a very happy birthday. Yes, we too had re-births four years ago. We became parents to two lives that are entrusted to us by fate. After the initial euphoria died down a bit and reality of nursing the babies after we came back home from the hospital struck, it wasn’t at all rosy. But we clung on to each other and sifted through the hurdles with ease. As individuals too, we underwent significant transformation, for the better of course!
How eagerly your Baba and Mamma were waiting to meet both of you, four years ago. When I first took you in my arms, I hardly had any thoughts in my mind. I was dumbfounded. After the operation’s pain began subsiding, when the time came to get back home, I had cold feet. I had no clue how we would be able to fare. Little did we know that we didn’t have to fret much. The two of you had such wonderful understanding with each other that if one cried, the other would keep quiet and innocently stare at the other one. I was able to join work as soon as I completed my maternity leave. You girls have always been very disciplined and I have never had to listen any complaint / issues with regard to you. You were like the ‘play –doh’s who bent and twisted yourself suitably to the way we molded you. I keep getting flattered at the way I manage a full-time job and household with two of you in tow. But I know deep within my heart, that it’s not about me but about us that keeps us ticking.
There have been times when I have vented out my frustration over you for no fault of yours. My guilt gets two folded when both of you patiently wait for me to calm down and then come hand in hand to give me ‘Jaadu ki Jhappis’ which instantly cools me down. There have been instances when I have broken down in front of you unable to withstand my flowing emotions. All I needed to gain back my cheerful persona was your tiny little index fingers wiping those tears off my cheek. You leave me amazed when you detect that something is bothering me and say ‘Mamma, sad ho na! Happy ho jao plz’ I am bound to chuck the worries right out of my mind. You are my lifelines, my sweethearts! What would I have done without you two?
God must have given a lot of thought into making you two; for he has presented me with the two most important men in my life in the form of you two. Mannu, you are a miniature version of my Annu. The way you talk, walk, eat, sleep, everything!!! It’s astounding to see how you have taken after my father just the way I have. He would have been as proud of you as he was of me darling. I can see the same expression on your face when I give you mushy mango pieces and you bluntly refuse to eat them just the way your Grandpa would do. I am stunned to see the way you struggle to remove a piece of food article stuck between your teeth and my Annu’s image crosses my mind. You are my Annu in flesh and blood and I feel so proud to see how my Konkani Kamath legacy is flowing through you J
Tammu, you balance the equation by taking after Ma. The way you pronounce ‘sit down’ as ‘s#it down’ or ‘Pyaar’ as ‘peeyaar’ is evidence enough that you have inherited the Bong accent via your genes. I am glad that you are like Ma and Abbas in various ways. The way you compromise effortlessly to cater to Mannu’s whims is exactly similar to Abbas or Ma in similar situations tolerating my idiosyncrasies. The similarities go to the extent of food habits too. I can always hit the jackpot in guessing if you would like a particular dish or not by having Abbas or Ma taste it. The most important of all is the way you seamlessly love me just like your Dad does. No matter what state you are in, a hug from me is all you need to return to peace. You make me feel so special Tammu J I had never imagined in my wildest dream that I would mean the world to someone before I met your Dad. And now, it’s you too!! Lucky me, huh!
You know my darlings, at times I fret if I would be able to provide you two with right things at the right time. But one thing I’m absolutely convinced about is the fact that you couldn’t have asked for a better Baba. You girls have changed him more than I could ever dream of. The way he showers you with his love, I would be lying if I don’t admit that I feel a tinge a jealousy in me during a few instances. He is crazily protective about his daughters and at times I get admonished for being strict with you too. I know I am the ‘Hitler Momma’ and torture with all my disciplinary policies. I don’t enjoy it myself. But then, it’s all for your own good, Beta. You will realize one day why Amma said or did what she did. I just want you to become good human beings…
I’m gonna abruptly end this letter as I am extremely sleepy. Gonna leave with a couple of pics from the celebration at home…