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The first time I saw and held my daughter, she was not yet legally ours, but I had no doubt that she held my heart in her tiny hands.
My daughter is a child born from my heart. She didn’t grow within me and yet she is so much a part of me. Her breath, skin and cells are a part of ME.
My darling, beautiful, adopted daughter – she is ME.
One year has gone by, and it just feels like yesterday: when we were doing our couple tête-à-tête, filling out numerous forms, taking copies, talking to friends, leaning on them for support,… and the list is endless. And now she is 1. So many sleepless nights, the post-adoption depression, the dry Bangalore summer, my full-time contractual assignment with a startup, sab kuch ullta pullta. Life has a funny way of throwing so many curveballs at the same time. But we thrived – my adopted daughter and I, together.
Adopting was the right choice for us, and I cannot imagine life without my darling.
Holding her always remains an electric moment, just the way it was that first time. She looked like a dumpling made of homemade butter when my eyes first fell on her perfect face. I don’t think I have ever felt more elated in my life. She looked beautiful in the fleece blanket that was swaddled around her, despite the weather being a 42 degree furnace. She smiled with her thumb struck like a popsicle in her mouth, a guarded smile. As if she knew what the challenges we had.
I spent that day holding her, admiring her perfection, and hoping that she would be my daughter. The feeling of her fragile weight on my chest was precious, indescribable. And after that day, I did not want to leave her there even for a second. My daughter belonged at our home. But we had to complete the formalities before we could take her home legally. She resided in my heart and became a part of our family.
The past year flew away in perfecting the balancing act of trying to hold her to be comfortable, be comfortable myself, and not letting her cry. It still remains a challenge.
The past year hasn’t been easy. Like any new parent will tell you, it involved many sleepless nights and juggling acts. Adopting was certainly the right choice for us, and I cannot imagine life without my darling.
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If her MIL had accepted her with some affection, wouldn't they have built a mutually happier relationship by now?
The incident took place ten years ago.
Smita could visit her mother only in summers when her daughter had school holidays. Her daughter also enjoyed meeting her Nani, and both of them had done their reservations for a week. A month before their visit, her husband told her, “My mom is coming for 4-5 months!”
Smita shuddered. She knew the repercussions. She would have to hear sarcastic comments from her mother-in-law for visiting her mother. She may make these comments directly only a bit, but her servants would be flooded with the words, “How horrible she is! She leaves me and goes!”
Maybe Animal is going to make Ranbir the superstar he yearns to be, but is this the kind of legacy his grandfather and granduncles would wish for?
I have no intention of watching Animal. I have heard it’s acting like a small baby screaming and yelling for attention. However, I read some interesting reviews which gave away the original, brilliant and awe-inspiring plot (was that sarcastic enough?), and I don’t really need to go watch it to have an informed opinion.
A little boy craves for his father’s love but doesn’t get it so uses it as an excuse to kill a whole bunch of people when he grows up. Poor paapa (baby) what else could he do?
I was wondering; if any woman director gets inspired by this movie and replicates this with a female protagonist, what would happen?. Oh wait, that’s the story of so many women in this world. Forget about not giving them love, you have fathers who try to kill their daughters or sell them off or do other equally despicable things.
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