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Don’t worry, we will get it!

"Don't worry"
"we will get it"
"Don't worry we will get it"
That was the battle cry for you and Anvi, marching side by side on Poseidon Avenue, Paphos in Cyprus. Darshi Bhaiya and Nonu (Datrim) Bhaiya joined you in chorus from time to time, making it a fun procession of sorts. Admittely for a pair of not-even-five and a just-turned-six year old chirplings, it was a pretty catchy and pliable chant to come up with. Much like the hindi "Hum honge kaamyaab".

Our three families being out together on a proper 5 day holiday for the first time, it was always going to be filled with challenges of various nature. The challenge at hand for you and Anvi this evening was to find the Balloon-man we saw earlier and get a Barbie balloon for both of you. When we did find the balloon man and woman, the transaction could not be completed as they didn’t have two of the same kind. So off we went - I had joined in on the chorus - marching, chanting, holding forth our hopes and wearing the positivity on our sleeves.

The remainder of the holiday was filled with many such fun moments. Both your mum and I asked you time and again what your favourite parts of the day were. You would recount your activities that day with Anvi, Darsh and Datrim - Playing, dancing, swimming, jumping on the bouncy castles. Nothing fancy, just simple kid stuff but with the luxury of having it all at your easy disposal and with the company that you’ve had from literally the time you were born.
There was an Art and Crafts activity centre where you wanted to paint a clay princess doll. For various grown-up kind of lame reasons, we kept delaying your activity until it was the last full day of our stay there. Somehow during the conversations, I was able to see the irony in the situation - Six intelligent adults trying to plan how to have fun with their kids while kids all along knew and had their eyes set on what they needed for the said fun to be had !
By then the famous chant of perseverence had been coined. Taking up the chance to be a good Dad, I set off with Anvi and you in tow, marching on with our slogans of ‘Don’t worry we will get it’ and ‘Don’t worry we’re almost there’ to the Art and Craft workshop in the resort.
The two of you did get to paint and decorate the clay princess with your choice of colors and glitter. I wouldn’t say how close the end result was to the princess already on display there as it wasn’t creativity we were after.


Dear Daughter,

This was a fun trip with a few obvious differences to the other holidays we have had. For one, at your present age, you have a fair chance of remembering bits of this trip. You might not remeber the sights and sounds of Cyprus or the nitty gritty of what we did. Irrespective of those details, I hope your young mind would forever carry the impressions of friendship and bonhomie that you partook in and witnessed around you.

What I also wish for you to keep with you is the spirit of perseverence. Ironically, Anvi and you never got the balloons you wanted - neither on the first evening at the harbour nor on the second. But the two of you didn’t let down the flag of positivity and kept up your spirits and continued to enjoy yourselves. After all, perseverence isn’t about succeeding at the end. Its about being able to carry on despite all odds.
I very much doubt that the glee of getting a balloon would have lasted more than a few minutes. But by not getting the balloon you have received a lesson to last a lifetime in what you do need to stay happy - Not a foreign locale, not a fancy resort - just the right spirit and the right company.

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