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The love affair continues

Rain and I. We had one of our deep, quiet moments this morning. I sat there in the balcony with my cup of tea and felt his tender kiss like droplets on my cheeks. I watched as he dropped down on the puddles in the road and created busy little whirlpools of happiness. Tiny droplets of joy that grew bigger and bigger and merged into yet another growing whirlpool of joy.

You really love to spread the joy don’t you? Now I’m ashamed that I ever doubted you. How could I have ever suspected that YOU would ruin my little princess’s birthday party! How could I? I don’t deserve those kiss like drops, what I need is a lashing for doubting you!

Thank you so much dear Rain God. (Or whatever forces that are up there. I do not understand why, but I’m so so grateful that you are being really nice to me and allowing me to indulge in my little whims and fancies.). Thank you. Really. I mean it.

In case you’re new here and don’t have a clue as to what I’m blabbering about. Please read this one first.

It was like the Rain God held his breath for my little princess. A tentative sun shone through the clouds on Friday. And we kept fingers crossed. Saturday morning dawned bright and sunny and cool! It was really a perfect winter day in Chennai! Not warm. Not cold. Not raining. Not humid. Not hot. Just perfect! So it stayed all through the day as we gleefully got the terrace cleaned, summoned the electrician and got extra lights fitted. A cool breeze kept us company all through the afternoon as we worked to make the terrace presentable. By evening – it looked dreamy!

The party itself? It was incredible. It just took off from the word go! My brother – the sweetheart that he is – was in glorious form. He had the kids running and dancing and screaming merrily. He organized impromptu games and twisted twenty odd kids around his little finger. They were ready to do whatever this funny man said!

It was absolutely perfect. The music and my brother set the mood. The kids were dancing, singing, running, laughing, giggling, playing…and my brother was the hero of the day. He really pumped up the spirit and kept the high octave maintained right through! Princess Mahima had a ball so to speak. She could not stop grinning from ear to ear. It really was her happiest day to be surrounded by her best friends and to be having so much fun!

Sigh! Yes it was perfect. I could not have asked for a more fabulous day. Thank you to all the forces that made this day perfect. Thank you to all the friends who remembered and called. It simply was an amazing day. And yes…my love affair with the Rain God continues…

Did I tell you…at around 12 am on Sunday morning it started raining again and has not stopped ever since. Call that uncanny? I call that a ‘out pouring’ of love! :)

Dear Rain God,

I’m a big fan of yours. In fact I’m in love with you.  I cannot imagine life on earth without you.  I always wonder how you look so dark and grey and angry and yet when you send down those showers it is so calming.

Having said that, I now come to you with a strange request. I wish you would stop raining in Chennai just on Friday and certainly on Saturday. You see its my baby’s birthday and we plan to have a party on the terrace. I’m sure you understand why having an indoor party for kids is tough – i mean, just imagine having to shove 22 hyper children into a room?! It’s the psychological equivalent of leaving 22 merry bulls in a China shop – so to speak.

People say, why not rent a premises. I don’t want to do that – because:

a) these venues are time bound and I do not want to keep looking at my watch all through the party

b) they offer a fixed and boring menu – so  can’t fit in stuff that my baby likes

b) the theme parties that these places host are rather sad…not my style. If I have original ideas, why not use this opportunity to implement it?

So that’s the reason my heart is set on the terrace. But if it rains – it will all be damp squib. Please please please be nice and don’t rain just on those two days.  I love you and ask so little of you. In fact, usually I’m the first to say rain rain come again…

I know that if push comes to shove I will be able to hold an indoor party. But my heart is set on an outdoor one.  And my heart wears blinkers! If it decides on one thing its so so so difficult to accept an alternative. Don’t blame me for it. You’ve got to have a chat with Brahma on this one. It’s a fault in the creation process. Not mine!

I also don’t like to offer bribes to get things done. You know how people say I will break 10 coconuts or I will do this abhishekam or that. I say, if God’s take a bride then why not politicians! So no bribe. But here are some things that could earn me brownie points:

a) this one’s gonna be a totally eco party. No plastic (except the chairs ). Good for earth and of course good for you!

b) all the return gifts are eco-friendly and they have all been bought from charity organizations. The proceeds of these will go towards special needs children

c) like every year, this year too i will donate one whole day’s meal for children in an orphanage.

….No I don’t do all this to impress anyone. I do it for myself – simply because I want to. And because it makes me feel more human. I do not announce it. But I had to tell you – just in case it helps you change your mind.

So well, please consider this an appeal from an ardent fan/devotee/mother…and please don’t rain on Friday and Saturday. Please.

Regards,

Yours truly,

A desperate mom

Hear yey hear yey…the princess turns six!

Oh my God! I know it sounds clichéd when I say that time just flew by. But yes time did just fly by! Was it SIX years ago that the little princess was thrust into my arms, all pink and indignant at being wrenched out of my womb? Feels more like yesterday! Wonder where all those years went. Huh?

So now she is a little lady. Not a baby any more. That’s the hardest to accept. She reminds me very often these days that she can climb down the stairs herself. I don’t have to hold her hand all the time! She can take spice (and how!)– so I don’t have to give her dosas with honey – she will eat it with molagai podi (the spicy chutney that we Tamilians devour). Er…she has also figured out that boiled carrots are not the yummiest thing in the world. “How about a bhel?” – she tells her dad as she abandons her plate of carrots and beans…while I try to give them those now infamous killer looks. She has also learnt to roll spaghetti into her fork and eat like a lady. However we do often throw the fork off and pretend they are wriggling snakes and worms that we are gleefully devouring. Muaahhhh ha ha!

She will eat her meals with spoons only. Does not like to get her hands of icky and messy. (But of course my little princess!) And, by the way, she needs at least 4 spoons during the course of the meal. Icky spoons will not be reused.

So yeah. She has grown up. I might say that several times more in this post. I need to keep saying that to myself, you see.

It was her idea to have a princess party for her 6th birthday. Actually the idea mushroomed when she started doodling her self portraits – a cute stick figure with loooooong Rapunzel type hair, a crown and a gown. Always. Everyday. If you ask her why does that Mahima have a crown – she shrugs and says very matter of factly “Because I am. You keep telling me.” Ah so I do. I hasten to correct her. “You realize you are the princess of my heart. Not a real princess.”

“I know mom. Otherwise I would have drawn a golden crown with all sparkly, shiny things in it – like how real princesses wear.” She reassured me.

That clarified. I felt at peace. While she always has her head in the clouds at least her feet are grounded in reality!

So did I say, she is growing up? And fast! It’s hard to put my finger on it. In so many little little ways she demonstrates that she is now a little lady. She will not appear in front of her father unless properly dressed. Whoa! That’s a new one! I still remember having to run after her around the house with a dress, begging her to wear it. Now I have to draw the curtain once she is out of her bath. Jeez, when did that change happen? I never realized it! Sigh. Yeah. She is growing up.

We’re preparing for her birthday party coming up this Saturday. Everyone at home talks of nothing else. I’m nervous now. I want my little princess to have the happiest day of her life. I wish I could make it a magical evening for her. Just to see that smile in her face. Just to see the laughter in those eyes. Just to hear her run around and scream with joy at the sight of all her friends. Just to hear her talk about it for days. Just so that she would hug me with joy and entwine those little fingers around my neck just once more. I wonder for how much longer she will do that? Next year she might be too embarrassed to do it. I will savour each moment this year.

Yeah well, so what if she is a little lady now, she is still and will always be my little princess.