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A quick tale 138

To my niece, 3 hours old

When you are old enough to read this, I hope you will not be embarrassed of me. But chances are, you will roll your eyes and mutter what a sentimental old fool I am. Just like how I would have reacted. And if you're anything like your aunt, you too will have a short fuse and a broad forehead. The second of which you will come to dislike. Immensely. But whatever your attempts at hiding it, don't ever try a fringe. It will not work. You will be annoyed at the way it falls over your eyes and before long, you will have pinned it back. And that, my dear, will only draw attention to what you seek to cover.

There's so much we need to discuss. But by the time we meet you will already be a toddler and your mother will be full of stories. I will hear about your first words and about the time when you climbed up the stairs all on your own! I will have missed most of your antics. Something I can never reconcile to. And in ten days' time it will fall upon me to call out your name. I will ask them to hold the phone close to your tender ears and I'll whisper it long distance.


Ravages said…
Ok, it's quite a stupid thing to say really, but this is one of the best I've read here Ammani. Not because this is a tale as much as a note to someone special. Just like I want all my writing to be.

Seriously great stuff this.
thareny said…
congratulations on becoming an athai!! btw i have been following ur blog for a while now...i got the link off another equally fantastic blogger...ur a really excellent writer!! keep it coming!
Anonymous said…
Simply amazing! Please keep writing..It inspires!
Madura said…
Learnt about the Gruffalo story today after I got curious about your quote on top. Feels like one could have a child just for the reason one could get to read such stories! Really loved what I read. Silly old fox doesnt he know there is no such thing as Gruffalo! I know foxes, gruffaloes and even mice that resemble the story and have a big reason to copy the quote to my family email!
Deepa said…
Nice Ammani. :-) Just spoke to the grand dad, who is having super-fun. He said "I am very very excited." And we both calculated the time of birth according to EDT.:-)
B o o said…
Awww...! I am sure thats exactly what my sis felt when I had my daughter! Great post! Loads of wishes for the baby and the entire family.
Anonymous said…
Just the other day my 6 yr old nephew called long distance to say "xyzAthai i liked your saree which you wore for abc's engagament. It was sooo blue".

It's another thing that it was not an engagement but a valaikappu and he could not get that right ;-)

They do grow so fast...

Btw andha kalam madhiri jikku ku ava appadinnu mudivu senji internetla pakku vethala mathiacha? :-)

fire eater

p.s-what's the wheel chair icon thingie after the word verification.
Clicked and it took me to some audio couldn't identify it.
ahiri said…
lovely !!!
Dadoji said…
Sweet. And what name will you whisper? :-)
Naga mama said…
Great post! Congratulations Ammani Athai.
Naga Mama
MumbaiGirl said…
Congratulations on becoming an Athai. Now that I have internet as of last night, I am looking forward to some pleasurable hours of reading on your blog again. Thanks so much for the lift (please thank your husband SO MUCH for driving me to HH station) and for the biscuits. And lots of hugs to your lovely son who was most cuddly.
amit varma said…
This is beautiful.
Shyam said…
What a lovely post, Ammani.
Shobana said…
Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!am really impressed by your writting..You have written what ever I am undergoing as an athai. I miss my brother's kids a lot..., this can not be reconciled at all!!!

Just Superb Ammani..!!
perspective said…
oooh...that's so amazingly sentimental...:)
Have you seriously considered a career in writing? Or at least free-lancing? If not, please, please do.
Kusum Rohra said…
I am sure when your neice reads this she will smile from ear to ear, like I am doing now.

This is really beautiful.
Eroteme said…
Please save this post from the ravages of technology... Not every child is born with a post dedicated to them... I am sure she will love it. May she grow up to be wonderful like someone I know... minus the short-fuse! ;-)
sathish said…
congratulations on becoming an athai.
ranjani said…
Dear ammani
This post reminds me of my own role as an atthai ! I have also not yet met my year old nephew and eagerly waiting for the day when I can hug and cuddle him !! His videos and photos have to suffice for now :-)
monu said…
Applies to meee too...

i visit india once in two years..

so when u go back u can see the big difference, in kids.. u wont see much changes in grwon ups..
blogSurya said…
They make your name and relationship changed and named respectively.How wonderful...
Anonymous said…
Whats with the sleeping blog !?

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