The Pensive

I am taking time out of my busy ( or may be  not so busy but just lazyyy) schedule to pen down the memories of my labor room when they are still  fresh. It has been 3+ months  since  Zaara  entered my life but I remember every detail of that eventful day + night  (Feb10th 2017). After all the Child birth preparation , labor preparation classes, after learning the butterfly squats, lamaze breathing and after seeing all kinds of shapes and sizes of bellies in the class and feeling OK as every one seemed equally scared, I STILL DID NOT FEEL OK ABOUT IT! Since my childhood I remember feeling scared and grossed about the entire child birth process. From imagining that the child comes out of the mouth of a mother during a big vomit when I was in third standard to talking with my friends at length, about the options of   not marrying or being just a friend to the husband and staying safe and away from the horrific episodes during my teenage ;-) ,...

When you smile my heart skips a beat When you cry my heart skips a beat When you lock your eyes with mine for hours, my heart skips a beat   When I giggle and you chuckle, my heart skips a beat! The heart does a somersault when it hears your wail The heart is shielded by love when you hold my hand tight or follow my trail In my heart, for every one around me there is sudden warmth and love   It is a bigger place now, as in my heart you started to live! My new found heart embraces me when I need to be strong My new found heart gives me a bear hug when I do something wrong My heart nudges me to discover new acts for you When you nudge me to repeat my act , the act feels so good and true! You are the best remedy for my every day blues You have filled my life with many new hues   Your smile feels so pure and honest, devoid of the worldly stuff To sail through a rough day that loving stare and smile are enough! When I held you ...