It has been quite some time since I last had the chance to pen down my thoughts. Even after several sleepless nights with Mihira, my beloved baby, amidst the hectic whirlwind of university work and choreography commitments, along with looming deadlines, an unusual serenity blankets my mind today. Perhaps it's the soft drizzle outside, combined with the earthy smell of rain, that has brought me a sense of peace . However, I suspect it's more than just the weather; it's the satisfaction of having met a crucial deadline yesterday. Productivity brings a unique sense of fulfillment. On that happy note, I dusted off my blog today with the intention of finally writing about an experience I've long wanted to share. My experience of nurturing and feeding my child. Where and how should I begin? It all began with uncertainty, fear, and a profound lack of preparation. I simply followed my baby's cues, heeded the doctor's guidance, and listened to the wisdom of my elders. M
While I was scrolling instagram, I paused to look at this post. I wouldn't care for the comments section but somehow today, I went through the comment section and it warmed my heart. Just sharing some of the comments across a few posts to warm your (whoever is reading this) heart too :) How do you say "I love you" without words? - I cook a hearty meal for them (Multiple comments; after all stomach is a way to your heart too) - Having ultimate awareness of each other (Ahh! how relationships would be a blessing if we realize that) - Bring coffee in the morning without being asked (Multiple comments. Again. Coffee is love.) - Make them a cup of tea. Do the chores while they have a lie-in. Brush your hand on their shoulder as you walk past. - Text pics that will make them smile, make meals, buy stuff they like at the store, pack breakfast for them, do chores so there is more free time for them.