in vacant or in pensive mood

Hi Vijjy dear, So it's been 2 months. For you it may not seem that long but for us, it's another occasion to celebrate your birthday. It's 2 months. 2 long months that seemed just like yesterday. You are changing. And right before our eyes. Photos of you then and now side by side will show you the difference. I'll keep that exercise for later. A timeline of your photos along with the months and dates for you to see once you grow up. But it's 2 months dear Vijjy.  Here's what changed apart from your growth. You have made some great friends. Some along the corner of the walls and some hanging along near the butterflies and the bees. You look at them, smile, talk to them hoping they respond. And their silence angers you. You try again and with no answer again, you cry for us. You like songs. You have a sense of rhythm (as you did move your feet while music was being played on the TV), but what you had are the rattles. They are out of sound and out o

Not so long ago, India was a land of extreme tolerance. We were a bunch of people who had this nonchalant "chalta hai" attitude. Bribery, corruption, deaths, rapes, politics (both office and country or state) no matter what, we felt it was bound to happen and we accepted the fact that nothing could be done about it. We never raised a finger against it because we believed that nothing COULD be done about it. Then came the AAP movement. It revolutionized the way we thought. AAP brought action to our lives. We became more vocal. We stood up for things that were blatantly wrong. Arushi murder, nirbhaya, etc were catalysts to that change. Cut to 2015, when social media is more active and alive. It's second nature. A time when checking FB before we check the news. Checking on Instagram and Pinterest before office mails. We are glued to social media. And we have become more vocal. More uselessly vocal I should add.  Social media has been widely leveraged when we wanted to

Hi Vijjy, You'd be old by the time you read this. Old enough to understand the mixed emotions I am going through. Old enough to cry with me, laugh with me and feel what I'm currently feeling. You were born just a week ago, 8th October , 2015. Healthy, sweet, strong both mentally, physically and emotionally. Well the latter is my calculated guess and you would have proven me right by the time you read this. A week, just a week down, and I can't sometimes look at you and cry. No, not sad tears dear, but extreme happiness. As you'd know, you are named after your Patti. My amma. You have not just her qualities, but you have HER inside you. You are her for me and for your your amma too. I look at you, smiling, crying, giving a myriad expressions and wonder what your Patti would have felt if she were actually here. I can but imagine. Not express. You Vijjy are our world. You make our day. You have the power to change our days and make us happy and free our mind when we