A soft touch!!

Before today, It had never happened to me. Just yesterday I was tired, little upset (for a silly reason), had a bit of pain in my legs n back ( because of dance classes) and just couldn't sleep till it was 2:30. I was reading Harry Potter #3 but the sad part is this is the only harry potter movie I have watched many times so wasn't able to enjoy it properly :-/ . ( Some of you might be wondering over it but its good you know that I haven't seen them properly. I can read all the parts enjoying them to the fullest!! )


At 5:30 am or nearby, My phone rang. It was a fitful sleep already, so I woke up almost immediately. It was my  jiju (brother-in-law) on the other side, announcing so darn happily over phone,"Congratulations jee, aap maasi bann gye ho!! :D" (Congratulations, You have become an aunt). My sister (cousin) gave birth to baby boy and I was happy beyond limits. He's the first one next generation actually. I told my mother, congratulated the new mom n my jiju and the first thing in the morning I did was to tell my brother the same and that I want to go n see her then n there. I wanted to see how a one-day old baby looks like. Ofcourse I wanted to see my sister but I must admit that I was more excited to see the baby.


Oh the baby!! Soft, Delicate, tender n the cute way he yawned.! Can't just tell you how i felt. When I took him in my hands it was such a ........uh! I dont have words. It was like a bundle of soft cloth with button eyes n rosy lips. I gave him back after just 5 minutes coz I thought I might not be able to handle him. I couldn't hold such a delicate thing in my hands. When we helped him onto the bed I kept playing with him. His head was so soft n such smooth hair, it was a bliss to touch them. His so small hands n legs were so cute. and I am presuming its the way with all infants, U place a finger on his palm and he'll clutch it sooo tightly that u'll be amazed.



It was so nice to see him today.



Tiny li'l palms, button eyes
Oh! the way he yawned n then smiled.
serenity, innocence,
Purity n no pretense.
Oh! why do we grow up?

Why can't it always be
A soft touch! A feather touch!!





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Comments

  1. Ashna 20 June 2013 at 23:28

    :D Congratulations on becoming a new new maasi! :D
    Babies are definitely a delight to hold. Very nice (and innocently cute) lines... :)

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  2. Medha21 June 2013 at 00:29

    Congrats Priya :) Now you have someone to pamper and spoil :D

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  3. Vikalp21 June 2013 at 00:30

    Congratulations! :)

    and, btw, nice post.

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  4. Saru Singhal21 June 2013 at 02:17

    Another addition to the family tree, congratulations :)

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  5. Inspire2Rise21 June 2013 at 03:17

    Is khushi ke mauke pe Ek bade waala Aawwwwwww... ho jaye :D

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  6. Anonymous21 June 2013 at 04:51

    Heartiest congratulations and indeed a good post. loved the poem especially. When I had held my son just a few minutes old I was also so overwhelmed by his tiny hands and feet. Even today I remember him as that tiny baby boy who came into our world and blessed us.

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    1. Priya Arora22 June 2013 at 14:21

      :-) Thank you :-) I too was overwhelmed at the first sight of my nephew really :-)
      God Bless you n your son!!

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  7. SG21 June 2013 at 05:42

    Congratulations maasi ji

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  8. Anonymous21 June 2013 at 06:20

    really nice :) keep up the gr8 work

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  9. SrishTi24 August 2013 at 01:28

    Awww! What a feeling no? :)

    Wonderful ending lines!

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    1. Priya Arora24 August 2013 at 21:16

      Yeah...babies are so delicate to touch and its a very nice feeling :)
      Thank you :) :)

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