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Last weekend 26-28th February 2016 was one of the best ones we've had for a while. Although there wasn't anything special as such but the little time we spent together having fun in the little things made it really special. Anvi was there on Friday and the two of you had the usual routine of playing-fighting-playing. No making up and awkward silences in between. I guess that is what the world would be for friends if we didn't carry our ego with us all the time.

You had your ballet class Saturday morning. For most of your classes so far you have been clinging to your mom. Not paying attention to the teacher, not caring much about what other kids were doing in ballet but paying every attention to any girl who was fooling around. You still were having fun but just not with ballet. On this particular day, your mom decided to not go inside the class at the last moment, without telling you of course. This seemed to work very well. You were in the class with your spirit. Well, most of the time. 
You were doing what the teacher was asking you to do. Sometimes, even without particularly paying attention to what she was doing. I thought this might be because you have had ballet class at nursery for a while now, but we haven't seen what you do there. 
Your mom was peering through the little glass window in the door, possibly with tears in her eyes as she saw you finally picking up. You kept running back to me during the class but thankfully you didn't really insist on me joining you at the centre of the class. Throughout the class, your eyes kept scanning over the other parents seated there, possibly looking for your mom. Later, you might have caught a glimpse of her in the door and your gaze shifted to that window, with a naughty smile- as if you understood the game. 

You were happy with your performance. You went home and gave a thumbs up to your daadi, like i had given you during the class. 

Later we went shopping. You are getting to the age where you try and demand for things. This day, you picked up a tiffin box and said you wanted it. Daadi and mom were in some other aisle. I told you we couldn't just have it, we need to buy it. Your response- " Lets buy it then".
Me- " you need to pay money to buy it. Do you have the money for that?"
You- " I'll get the money from mom' 
Me- "she didn't bring her bag from the car. She doesn't have money"
You- " Daadi will give money"
Me- " She doesn't have any money either"
You- "you have money"
Me- " I don't have the money for that thing" 
You, with a very confused look - " then who has the money dad ?" 

I burst out laughing and never answered that question. This to me was breaking new grounds for you. You were hereby introduced to the everlasting quest of "who here has the money and how do I get it"


There was a get together that evening and you were easily the life of the party. At least for me. You played with Anvi as well as a few of my friends, you danced and laughed and had a good time right till the end. Finally, the two of us walked the short distance to the car, like two friends. I hope we have many such walks in future, just the two of us friends. 

Sunday - swimming class. We've had similar challenges to those at the ballet class. But this day, you were in your element again. This was the first day when i could let go of you for a few seconds and you wouldn't mind. With the float supports of course. 
You dived, you swam with arms stretched, you jumped, participated in all kinds of activities and seemed to love it all. Another milestone of sorts.

For the rest of the day too, we played, watched TV and just fooled around. Here's a picture of us. Hope you remember it. 



Dear daughter,
No preaching today. Just savour the memories of good times and count them as a blessing even if it ends at some point. 

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