This is a letter to a very special someone who is part of me and who I cannot wait to take in my arms in a matter of few more weeks.

As I write this, I am undergoing so many varied emotions which is hard to explain: anticipation, excitement, anxiety,fear, happiness all combined to give me an overwhelming feeling. After all I am going to be a mamma :) I cannot believe that in less than 5 weeks time a little human being will come out from inside of me whose whole existence will depend on us. We will be 100% responsible for his well -being, for taking care of him, and above all to nurture him into a good human being, which according to me is the most important task of parents.

This journey that we began together has been exhilarating. It's true many people already love you dearly including papa,grandparents,aunts,uncles and so many friends around us but the bond you share with me is the most special. Because I feel you every moment inside me. Each little flutter, each little hiccup brings a smile to my face and I can't believe that we can create something so beautiful. This feeling is exclusive for me and no one can take it away from me.

The day the technician at doctor's office showed your little heartbeat to us for the first time, mine and papa’s life changed forever.  We both cried tears of joy. We could not believe ourselves and since then it has been a waitinggame with so much to look forward to. We can’t believe we will hold your tiny self in a few days. We are still fighting over your name, we are prepping up your nursery, we are buying every stuff to try to make your life comfortable. We are excited yet nervous, we are happy yet overwhelmed, we just want the very best for you...such is the power of parental love which begins even before the new human being comes into existence.

We feel so blessed that friends and family around us are showering us with so much love and good wishes all because of you. Each day we count days and each week we see to what size you have grown.

As we eagerly wait for your arrival, I pray to God every moment for an easy birth for both you and me. It's strange how you start loving someone the most in the world even before you met that person. You will forever change our lives for the better. You will be the sun of our lives. From now our lives will revolve around you.

I pray to the almighty to bless us so that we can raise you to be a kind, loving and caring human being with good values and heart at the right place who is respected and who respects others.  

I know parenthood is the toughest job on earth and there is a very long road ahead but we will always be there for you, holding you, guiding you to be the very best version of you...

Love 

Your Mamma

Unforgettable Memories !!

                                                 Unforgettable Memories !!

Many years ago,saraswati puja was a  very special day of the year. After all she symbolizes knowledge,wisdom,arts culture and we as school students eagerly waited for her arrival which normally falls in end of Jan-middle of February every year. Braving the chilly air and cold, we would get up early in the morning and prepare for the puja at home along with maa, my cousins and other aunts . Ours was a joint family and saraswati puja was always done together as a team. We would be involved in every phase right from planning to idol shopping to preparation of the bhog. And then at a stipulated time our purohit moshai would come and we would all sit around the idol and witness the puja and offer Anjali followed by Prasad like luchi suji khichuri khoi doi and so many other things. In Bengali households, students do not study on saraswati puja and that meant we were free to do anything on that day. Since all of us at home are convent educated, we never went to school wearing sarees like other friends from other schools did. But I vividly remember wearing a saree every puja and accompanying Mom to her school (she is a teacher) and then visiting my dance school. The entire day was filled with so much festivities. Saraswati puja is also called Bengali Valentine's day. The roads are filled with pretty young girls in sarees and boys roaming around in bikes after them. What a site that used to be!. Since we did not go to school on that day me and my cousins would sometimes go to our terrace and observe people on the road.So much fun it was. By the time it was evening, we all again came together near the puja place and we had an elaborate arati followed by a small cultural programs mostly comprising Bengali songs and dance. And then we had one more round of khichuri labra payesh before calling it a day. This entire scenario changed once we left home to pursue our bachelor's and things were never the same again. Today as I sit in my office and see some facebook posts of people wearing yellow sarees and enjoying saraswati pujo my mind races back to those memories of childhood. This new generation will  never understand how much fun we had and how we looked forward to this day for the entire year. However I am still looking forward to the weekend celebrations of  our Bengali community Antorik where we try to recreate almost the same experience from our childhood.

                                   

Jaya Jaya devi chorachoro share,

                                                     Kuchojugo shobhito muktahare

                                                     Bina ronjioto putak hosthe

                                                    Bhagabati bharati Devi Namahastute !!