
Aa khuli aankh se saja le kyaab koi.. band aakhoon ka to har khyaab bikhar jaata hai...
This weekend we visited Vivek’s paternal house, where his chacha and chachi lives with their cute little daughters. As Siddharth calls them fondly Vasu didi and smriti didi..
There is a special fragrance of love and togetherness comes from the environment at their house. I love the food they cook. Ek alag sa taste hai jo sirf mummy ke khanee mein se aata hai…. So we tend to eat more also.
When we were heading towards their house, Siddharth was saying I will get bore and when we were coming back he was the one who was not willing to come back. He made everybody laugh at his cute little things, and the best was when we were moving towards our car after receiving chocolates and water pipe from chachi he said very innocently to me “ Mamma yahaan sab kuch free milta hai”
While going we wanted to buy some puzzle for Siddharth’s Vasu and Smriti Didi, the challenge is that you go to a toy store with Siddharth and don’t buy him anything it is hard.
This time it was made easy by the owner, Siddharth selected the toy and the shopkeeper said you give us
I knew the promise of the Shopkeeper to Siddharth has to be completed, as he started asking the question about the delivery in the car. I looked at Vivek and we both made a plan to fulfill his dream.
On Sunday morning at house our security guard comes with a Game named Guess who and gave to Siddharth that the Shopkeeper at
Now we play Guess who together and it always gives me more joy and contented feeling to see the way Siddharth enjoys this game…..
“There lies a past of me in a child which I wish to find and enjoy”
Everything around is growing at its own pace and giving us a beautiful feeling.. Many new flowers have grown in the house… welcoming the spring or rain…and giving me a hope of life..
Siddharth has learned the skating. I learnt swimming (I use to afraid from water)…Gaggi Mamu( my brother) has gone to Mumbai.. His lunch at subway replaced with the Vada Pao.. We are growing to not having him around us on weekends…we miss you Gaggi Mammu..
There is a momentous change in the patterns Siddharth makes now.. Earlier he use to make small and closed, now he always explain to me and makes a story around it.. He has never played any of the puzzles the way directions are given on the box. He will always make his own ways, and I somehow feel great about it.
The new pattern siddharth made with the wooden slabs
The most growing thing is his talks, the small incidence which happened today gave me a big laugh I thought it deserves a sharing here:
Siddharth wanted the ice cream and it is there in kitchen, I was working on my laptop.
Siddharth: Mama where is my ice-cream
Me: It is there in the kitchen
Siddharth: Mama aaap mujhe do…
Me: ( being engrossed in work) : Aaap aapne aap le lo..
Siddharth: I don’t like this attitude..
with this he went to kitchen picked his ice cream ate it and I am still thinking…. He must have heard it from us and used it perfectly..
I love this attitude of yours Siddharth…Love u baby!!
Aankhoon mein juske koi to khayaab hai...
Siddharth has got an amazing capability of connecting with people of different age. One of my cousins visited us this weekend. I met him almost a year and we have been rarely together after my marriage. His training at Gurgaon gave us an opportunity to spend two days together.
They made a cute home with a puzzle of Siddharth that he has not broken and wanted it to be as such. He made this as the garage for his small cars.
The love Siddharth showered him over the weekend, made difficult for my cousin to say bye to Siddharth when he was leaving for his school today morning. The one cute example is when I and Vivek have to meet a friend yesterday who was not keeping his health well. We thought of dropping these two young men at home. Siddharth wanted to come along, and then we told him we are going to see a uncle who is not well. Mama Wahaan dawayioon kee smell aaygee... (There will be smell of medicine around the patient) Being a parent that we don’t wanted he to come along we agreed to his logic. And yes it gave an opportunity to both of them to know each other more and me to write a post. As when we came back, below was the scene in his room.
My cousin was standing, they were playing a game Janga, truth or dare. You take out one brick and you have to perform whatever is written on that particular brick.
Chintoo Mamu: Sing a song
Siddharth: pahle aap yeh batyo aapko kaun kaun se gaane aate hai ( first tell me which all songs you know)
Chintoo mamu: Mujhe to bahut gaane ate hain.. ( I know many songs)
Siddharth: thik hai pahle yeh batayo aapko kaun se gaane aate hai.. ( that’s ok, first tell me which all songs you know)
Chintoo Mammu ( by this time confused and happy by this little one’s curiosity) decided to sing Jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way………………..and we all were laughing after this…
Since today morning our home is full with the fragrance of the flowers he left for Siddharth and the memories he has left behind……………….
Haath chute bhee to rishte nahi tuta karte………
Jisko marna tha who mare nahi aur jisee nahi marna tha who mar gaya… this was the Siddharth's words the moment we were out after watching movie Newyork…
Today when my brother came he told him the below version of the movie…. He watched yesterday night…
Teen log hote hai.. woh college mein hote hai woh freinds ban jaate hai ek ladki hoti hai aur two boys bahut badee hote hai college jatee hai.. who race dekhte hai phir do bade boys friend ban jaate aur ek wife ..
College se bahar aake mazee karte hai.., who aadmi who baat soch raha hota… army hoti hai.. jo eske ghar pe shot kartee hai.. aadmi ek uncle ko bolta unhone hamare ghar pe shoot kara.. phir who army uskoo bolta hai lekin aadmi ko police ne hee bola hota kee shoot karo aur usne aadmi ke ghar pe guns rakhi hoti hai..
Bas itni hee yaaad hai.. ab main khelne ja raha hoon…
I was amazed the way Siddharth was telling the story to my brother… Hai Zannon hai zannon sa seene main .. yeh ladka itni cute batein karta hai.... What say?
Good luck Siddharth your mama is proud of you beta!!!
I read this page to siddharth and by evening he has noticed that my skin is soft and mama's skin is hard.. dari is rough ... it is a real fun even i am feeling like to be a child again.. specially when siddharth talks creative things, yesterday when i was reading a concept about gravity to him he said mama kitna achaa hota na agar space niche hota aur gravity upar hum sab astranaut hote..