Went for a jog in the morning to get rid of post Diwali fatigue. Received a call from Rinku to buy some milk and recharge her mobile phone while returning. I think it is pretty normal to get a call when you are in the middle of something to remind you that you are married now. My faith has become only firmer about guys who made it big after they got married. You are sometimes pushed so hard that it is pretty natural to rethink about your existence and this reflection could inspire you to achieve things otherwise may be beyond you. I thank my god, my wife is an MA in Hindi.
Anyways, today Ridhima completes her 17th week and she is growing naughtier than she ever was. There is one more reason that makes this day memorable for us all Indians. Mangal Mission started today in the afternoon. Ridhima has started to do her push ups pretty comfortably now and looks at things full of curiosity in her eyes. She could recognize faces and loves to pull out her pinkish little tongue out of her mouth. Diwali is a festival of firecrackers more than anything. I realized how I must have troubled small babies with my firecrackers in the past. My baby stayed scared for 2-3 days with continuous cracking sounds. There are things you cannot do anything about and it is one of them. We kept her close, shut the windows suffocated inside our rooms but things did not change much. I remembered how joyous I used to be when my bomb sounded the loudest. It must be the same feeling for the revelers down the road and I need to understand that hoping that the times will change for the better. Hoping that when Ridhima grows up she will understand and realize that firecrackers are neither good for the babies nor for mother earth.
Ridhima can now hold fingers and would want to communicate something or the other in her own peculiar way and we relish the moments. She would laugh her heart out on something and when you repeate the same thing again she would not respond. At almost every hour she takes a power nap, she would not entertain anything when she has to sleep. She will stare at something as if meditating and would doze of. We can not because our minds wander. She takes deep breath that keeps her calm almost always. Our breath gets fainter as we grow and fall prey to hyper tension. We all have had these qualities withing us when we came on this earth and then we threw it all away in the pursuit of things that would ultimately degrade us.
I went to Yoga classes and Guruji there was emphasizing on the importance of "Pran wayu" or the air that keeps us all alive. How we have forgotten to breathe properly. The more you learn the more you stay ignorant.
