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Don’t grow up

January 27, 2019

He looks up at the sky, his eyes searching for the origin of the sound his ears can hear. Having spotted the giant mechanical beast overhead, his mouth is open in wonder.

 

 

That little mouth forming the cutest O. His eyes grow huge. This is different from a bird. Mom told him about ‘chidiya’. He has seen it in his books too. But this doesn’t look like one. And is noisy.

 
He shakes his head talking to himself. All baby speak. Trying to make sense of it.

 

Little does he know that his dad is flying one of those big birds too.:)

As he munches on his biscuit, he spies a little thing moving on the ground.

An ant. But he doesn’t know the word yet. All he sees is something moving. A tiny, tiny thing. He scurries after the ant as the ant too scurries away home. Away from this ‘giant’ and laden with food in its mouth. A tiny grain of sugar:)

Today he is trying to make sense of balloons. Of what the adults are doing. Puffing their cheeks and making these magical, floating balls of wonder. So he tries to whoosh his breath out too. And falls over giggling.

Don’t grow up baby.

 

 

PS:- Written for my firstborn, two years back.

And now he has a younger playmate who is  the same age as the firstborn was when I wrote this.:)

 

 

10 Comments leave one →
  1. pixie permalink
    January 28, 2019 4:56 am

    This reminded me of the stories I would make up for my sis when we saw that army of ants marching with food in their mouths 🙂
    So nice to see your post Indy!! Keep writing even if it’s just a few lines 🤗

  2. January 28, 2019 7:52 am

    Thanks Pix:)) I hope to continue and it’s so darn good to hear the name Indy after ages! :* (((hugs)))

  3. February 1, 2019 6:29 am

    This reminds of varu and pinky…keep writing and I will refresh my memories.

    • February 1, 2019 7:45 am

      Thank you Sari!❤ It is so amazing to see the names of old friends among the commentors here as if the door hinges had gone rusty and my friends have opened them with a mighty push❤

  4. February 1, 2019 7:24 am

    Darling Meggie. It is wonderful to read from you again! And Oh My! What you have written! ❤ ❤ Hugssss!!!

  5. February 1, 2019 7:25 am

    Hugssss! I’ll be back!

    • February 1, 2019 7:48 am

      Ushus!!
      *mad daaaance*
      You izz heeere!!
      *dancing again*
      😘

      Between Pix, Sari and now you!
      It’s hard to describe the feeling!

      My heart is happy and content!
      I feel like writing tomes 😁😁

      Thank you darling Ushus for always being there!
      Mwaah!

  6. February 1, 2019 7:53 am

    Awww…I love the thought process of the mother through her little one! Loved it…the contrast between the plane and the ant in the child’s mind! Beautifully written…now I miss my younger motherhood days😁

    Waiting to read more about the boys 😍

  7. February 1, 2019 8:29 pm

    Dear Perima to my boys,
    It makes my heart smile when you shower them with so much love.

    You made me think about jotting down these flying -by -too -fast moments.
    Thank you.
    Muah!

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