29-November-2014
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Mehul Sona,
Happy birthday! It has been one full year, when you brought an ecstatic joy into our lives. And it kept growing day by day.
If giving joy to others is a goal in life, you have done just fabulous. I pray you keep on doing this for us, for others, for many more lives as you grow.
I missed the birthday party your mother did for you. Heard you liked the cake very much. But it seemed to be orange cream. In your next, we shall have chocolate cake. I thought of making my own celebration here, so made a little payes.
Lots of kisses and hugs.
baba
Saturday, 29 November 2014
Letter to my son - 1
28-October-2014
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My Mehul baba,
I love you very much. And, right now, these days, far from you, I am missing you a lot.
Many years from now, when you will be grown up, when you have your child, I wish you never have to separate out from them for such long time. I think of this sometimes. That what all I can give you. As you go through your own time, grow up, stand on your feet, start walking, get the joy of learning things, seeing new things, I hope I can be with you and tell you about lot of things. And simply be with you, as much as possible. But please do not mind if I fail to do that sometimes, as adversities might pull me apart from you, and I may fail to resist that drag. I hope you have many good memories, from those many moments we spend together.
I also wish to be able to tell you lot of stories. Nothing special, just stories about day to day life. For example, I would tell you some days the story of this city I am in now. How I came here, lived a while, travelled, worked, roads walked, breathed the air in this place. All through this, now and then, memory of your smiles, cry and touch kept on coming back to me. Some days frequently, some days less frequently. I feel such memories are always there in my subconscious or unconscious, and it keeps surfacing up into consciousness. I wonder how it happens, probably these are triggered by some stimulants. Sometimes a stimulant can be explicit, like seeing another child playing in the courtyard as I walked by her sides. But some other times, it can be so vague that later I can’t even fathom why it happened exactly that moment. Is it something so intangible, like just the a ray of setting sun reflected from a leave caught by my peripheral vision? Is it because it happened a similar way months and days back in another afternoon elsewhere when I was with you? We are never conscious of such things.
However, as I was telling, I feel you are always in me, in my conscious or subconscious.
That has got another interesting angle too. That you, or at least a part of you, is also here with me, isn’t it? Many years from now, it may so happen that you will come to this city. Imagine this, I am now physically here and you are in my mind. Suppose I get a chance to tell you stories about this city someday. And then some day perhaps you will be physically here. May be you will remember the stories then. Is that not a wonderful space-time warp? Perhaps then you will see things, and relate back to what I told you. When you see them through your own eyes, you may find some are actually more amazing than how I could describe them. Some other things might disappoint you, as typically things appear more interesting in your imagination when you are a child.
It is midnight here now. You were having fever when I spoke with your Maa my morning today. I hope you are fine now, feeling better. Be a good boy, and do not ever trouble your Maa.
Love and thousand kisses from me, till I can hold you in my arms again.
Your baba
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My Mehul baba,
I love you very much. And, right now, these days, far from you, I am missing you a lot.
Many years from now, when you will be grown up, when you have your child, I wish you never have to separate out from them for such long time. I think of this sometimes. That what all I can give you. As you go through your own time, grow up, stand on your feet, start walking, get the joy of learning things, seeing new things, I hope I can be with you and tell you about lot of things. And simply be with you, as much as possible. But please do not mind if I fail to do that sometimes, as adversities might pull me apart from you, and I may fail to resist that drag. I hope you have many good memories, from those many moments we spend together.
I also wish to be able to tell you lot of stories. Nothing special, just stories about day to day life. For example, I would tell you some days the story of this city I am in now. How I came here, lived a while, travelled, worked, roads walked, breathed the air in this place. All through this, now and then, memory of your smiles, cry and touch kept on coming back to me. Some days frequently, some days less frequently. I feel such memories are always there in my subconscious or unconscious, and it keeps surfacing up into consciousness. I wonder how it happens, probably these are triggered by some stimulants. Sometimes a stimulant can be explicit, like seeing another child playing in the courtyard as I walked by her sides. But some other times, it can be so vague that later I can’t even fathom why it happened exactly that moment. Is it something so intangible, like just the a ray of setting sun reflected from a leave caught by my peripheral vision? Is it because it happened a similar way months and days back in another afternoon elsewhere when I was with you? We are never conscious of such things.
However, as I was telling, I feel you are always in me, in my conscious or subconscious.
That has got another interesting angle too. That you, or at least a part of you, is also here with me, isn’t it? Many years from now, it may so happen that you will come to this city. Imagine this, I am now physically here and you are in my mind. Suppose I get a chance to tell you stories about this city someday. And then some day perhaps you will be physically here. May be you will remember the stories then. Is that not a wonderful space-time warp? Perhaps then you will see things, and relate back to what I told you. When you see them through your own eyes, you may find some are actually more amazing than how I could describe them. Some other things might disappoint you, as typically things appear more interesting in your imagination when you are a child.
It is midnight here now. You were having fever when I spoke with your Maa my morning today. I hope you are fine now, feeling better. Be a good boy, and do not ever trouble your Maa.
Love and thousand kisses from me, till I can hold you in my arms again.
Your baba
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