He Drove All Night



I was running high fever. 103 F to be exact. I was not sick because of viral. I was sick because my heart longed to meet someone. Mom knew what was happening. She called him and put him on speaker and told me to speak to him. 


I couldn’t speak to him on the phone. I wanted to tell him all that is in my heart. How much I longed to see him, meet him, touch his face and hug him but the words weren’t easy. I was full of tears and my voice choked. I was too overwhelmed by emotion that just little wails escaped. Mom took the phone away hugged me and tried to console me. I was missing him big time and didn’t stay this long away from him. I cried myself to sleep and was dreaming that he was with me. Holding me. Consoling me and kissing me and telling me not to worry.


He couldn’t stay back. It was already late in the night and he just walked out of wherever he was and took the first thing he could. He wanted to drive but mom requested him not to. After traveling for 10 hours swapping buses, autos, taxis, walked and reached me. I was still in sleep when he came up, took bath and quickly changed to snuggle against me. I still had fever. 
He held me close and whispered how much he loved me and apologized for not being there. Next to me. He was there when I woke up. He was caressing me curls and gently kissing my forehead. He might not have driven all night but he was there next to me and hugging me. I woke up sweating and my fever had come down. Whole morning he was with me listening to everything I told and did all that I wanted to do. I don’t remember when the fever left me. I was up and running all over. My happiness and smile returned. I may be doing whatever I want all day and night. But when I sleep or am down or am sick, I miss him dearly. I may be my mom’s girl but I am my dad’s princess. My dad took this trip. He might not have driven all night but made it home to me. Just to wipe out my tears and make me smile.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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Getting a shot

One of the bravest things I have done till date is getting shots. With little noise, struggling and tears I can handle shots easily. Well that’s what I thought. Not this time though. Dad and mom were vary as I had grown up and can now recognize the street to the hospital and especially Dr. Bharath. I had slight cold as dad had given me ice cream (Yes, I like loads of it) the previous day and was uneasy. So when dad and mom took me to hospital, I wore my white and black dress and was bright.

Once we reached the hospital, I recognized and started getting restless and uneasy. Once in the docs cabin I started weeping. Now dad was holding me and had to request me to stay put.  While Dr. Bharath managed to give the shot, I was so sad and weeping.  But to their surprise, I calmed down after the shot. I remembered that the shot was simply a small prick and I didn’t bother and went back to pulling his stethoscope 🙂 I had slight temperature all day but didn’t bother mu at all and slept and played like there was no pain at all. Mom kissed me so many times and said I am a brave girl. 😀

Do your kids cry after getting a shot? How do you manage them? Dad rubs the injection spot so the medicine gets thoroughly spread and I don’t end up with pain. If it still hardens, then comes the ice pack. Tell me your story and how you help your kids fight pain after a shot.

Nibbly nibbler

Dad says it is a joy to wake up to biscuit powder all around the bed and having half eaten biscuits all around the house. Wherever you go you might find a half nibbled, evenly shaped biscuits in our home. Here is a pic for you.

Dad says it is so cute and nice but I give mom a lot of work in cleaning up which she is just happy to do. I need a clean home, don’t I? After all I am all walking, moving, shaking, dancing, exploring and throwing things when I am not playing, reading, writing and having fun. All part of a day’s work.

Okay. Now I have to go in to stealth mode and attack dad and wake him up before the alarm. Yeeeeeee… Dishkyion…

Tumbling Tresses

Dad tells me I have wonderful hair. As dad puts it, I have the most beautiful hair in the whole world. Now nanamma has amazing hair, so does mom and now me. Now I have long hair that makes my face look so cute that can make you jealous.

Now when the tresses fall on my face, I push them off gently. Now mom and dad love it when I push them off softly as a part of my games but when I am seriously concentrating and they come in between, I try to blow them away 🙂 See I am learning fast. Dad and mom are planning for a cut very soon and I am getting ready too. So where should I get a good hair cut in Bangalore?

I bite. Good night.

I am very energetic and have loads of fun since the last two days. I am starting to demand more from mom and dad. Mom is exhausted, dad is tired from work. Last night I kicked, scratched and bit dad and coerced him to play with me. He was too sleepy and tired but he managed to spend a couple of hours. Mom on the other hand is digging deep into her supply of sleeplessness and is still smiling 🙂 They are scared I will fall down from the cot, so we are all sleeping on the floor with a couple of extra mattresses, which mean I have more play area!

Guess they don’t need to exercise any more as I am there to make them run, tire and be on the tenterhooks all day. Okay now I played all night and now is the time to rest and get my beauty sleep.

Today after I bite, and I like it. Now I sleep. Good night.

The little biscuiteer

I am growing up well. The best part is that I have my mom guarding me all the time. She is an expert researcher when it comes deciding on what is good and what is not. Now that I am almost a year old, she is allowing me to nibble more finger foods. Because I somehow don’t like sweet dishes (Yep, I love spices), she is trying to acclimatize me to them 🙂

I have four teeth now and I am a great nibbler. I can trim off biscuits, spoons, plates and whatever I manage to find in my way. Mom couldn’t stop laughing when she saw me nibbling at the biscuit and dad knighted me The Little Biscuiteer!

Do you kids love biscuits? What do they like to nibble?

The little biscuiteer

I am growing up well. The best part is that I have my mom guarding me all the time. She is an expert researcher when it comes deciding on what is good and what is not. Now that I am almost a year old, she is allowing me to nibble more finger foods. Because I somehow don’t like sweet dishes (Yep, I love spices), she is trying to acclimatize me to them 🙂

I have four teeth now and I am a great nibbler. I can trim off biscuits, spoons, plates and whatever I manage to find in my way. Mom couldn’t stop laughing when she saw me nibbling at the biscuit and dad knighted me The Little Biscuiteer!

Do you kids love biscuits? What do they like to nibble?

Wrestling

Wrestling with daddy and he is losing 🙂

Not that he allows me to win. I put up a real good fight. If I feel I am losing or he is dominating, I get ready to bite him and he loses!

Now back to fighting. You guys go to sleep. Good night.

Yeeeeeeeaaahhh BHISKhannnnn.

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That is what happens if you leave the blogger page open on the ipad. See I am a better blogger than my mom and dad. This is my diary entry for today. Hope you like it.