It shows...

...how much he loves me when he started to cry seeing me crying and got angry at the person becasue of whom I was crying. He told the person "Aap bahut gande ho..aap meri mumma ko rula rahe ho" (You are very bad. You are making my Mom cry) and started to softly wipe my tears with his hands.

I can't tell you Betu what I felt that time because I've just no words to describe...I just hugged you tight and asked you not to get upset.

I love you so much meethu..so so much!

Thanks Dear Anirudh !

Hi Everyone, I am Anirudh's chachi and Aryan's (of Times of Aryan frame) mother.

I am here to thank dear Anirudh for all the parenting lessons that he has given me to help me raise Aryan into a good boy. NO , I am not here to thank ~nm. I am here to thank Anirudh.

He told me that , I should teach Aryan to pee in bathroom and not in diaper. He taught me that I should make Aryan wear sweater ,when its cold. He taught me that I should not let Aryan walk bare foot. And I even got scoldings (with frown and lines on forehead) for letting Aryan do his Big Job in diaper once. Where do I get just advices from a little wishful thinker.

I would also like to thank Anirudh for being a responsible big brother that he is to Aryan. Witness this :

Scene : Aryan gets extremely angry and starts hitting me in fit of anger at a public gathering. All the other cousins of his left from the sight like I told them to (till Aryan becomes calm), since I did not want them to be the victim of Aryan's anger. But Anirudh being Anirudh stays and goes like this , with finger up and a frown on his face and lines on forehead :

"Aryan !!!! Aaapne Mumma ko kyo maara ???? Aaapko pata hai na , ache bache Mumma ko nahi marte??? Gandi baat."
The !!!! , ???? in the above sentence denote the stress on the words.

He looked so cute that I felt like leaving Aryan to hug him. All the irritation that I was feeling that moment because of Aryan's behaviour just flew away.

And another one :

Scene : We are at ~nm's place. Anirudh just started his dinner , having dal roti and subzi. Aryan attempts to get hold of the spoon in Anirudh's bowl to have a spoonful of daal. At this Anirudh reacts :
"Aryan !!! Yeh Bhaiya ki daal hai !!! Isme bahut mirchi hai !!!"The !!!! in the above sentence denote the stress on the words.

His tone was a mix of anger and shock , it was like a mom would react if the kid is about to touch a hot vessel. He looked so very adorable.

But the funny part was that Anirudh does NOT eats mirchi and his dal had NO trace of mirchi. He was just behaving like a grwon up big brother.

So here I am thanking dear Anirudh , for being such adorable teacher and guide to me and such a responsible bro.

Love you Sweetheart !


Big Brother feeding the younger one with ice cream!

My sweet little guy

He packed me 3 of his chocolate creme biscuits saying "Aap office mein kha lena" :D

I love you jaanu!

Thank you my Betu!

Yesterday I was down with migraine (yes again!) and when I reached home I changed and went to lie down. He soon came to me and put his soft little hands on my head and caressed me. Then he said "Main aapko ek story sunayunga, fir aap so jana." (I'll tell you a story and then you sleep.) He proceeded to press my forehead with his hands and started to tell a story of butterfly and a ladybird. And when he finished after a minute or two, he patted me softly on my forehead, tucked my blanket, switched off the lights, in a very soft voice said "Good Night. Ab aap so jayo" and closed the door gently.

And it just didn't end there. When I woke up he asked me "Aapka sir dard kaisa hai? Theek ho gaya?" (How is your headache? Is it ok now?)

Betu, I can't describe what I feel when you take care of me like this. I feel so so thankful to God for giving you as my loving child. Be like this always my lil boy! Mumma loves you a lot!

My compassionate lil boy!

Sunday morning I woke up with a bad migraine. I was feeling very nauseated besides the killing headache. As I was standing by the basin throwing up, Betu immediately came running and started to gently rub my back. Just the way I do for him.

I can't describe how or what I felt at that moment. Words can never be enough for this wonderful, sweet gesture of his. The concern on his face was writ large.

And it did not end there. When I lied down he came and pressed my forehead with his soft supple hands. And then suddenly he said "Main abhi aata hoon" and ran off. Few seconds later he came with his wet hands and put them over my eyes. I was surprised and thought "How does he know I like that?". And then I remembered how he had asked me once long ago, when I was pressing a glass of cold water against my eyes in the summers, as to why I was doing so. It had been more than 3 months but he remembered!

And then I worry if this little compassionate child will be able to survive this self-centered, ruthless, uncaring world. Will there be people who will appreciate him for being so compassionate or will he be called a fool? Will he stay this way or will he change along as he grows and faces the harsh realities of the world and the people? I wonder...

I may not know about the future but what I certainly know is that I couldn't be thankful enough to God for giving me such an adorable, loving and a wonderful child. Betu, Mumma loves you from the deepest deeps of my heart!

~~ Keep Smiling! ~~
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