the (little) man in my life

This is a post that i’d have happily written without being asked to. But the truth is, i’m writing it on request.

The most important men in a girls life are always members of her family. I have plenty of those. But the man i’m writing about is the one man in my life that i’sn’t technically “family”. Let me tell you about him….

I was on my way back home the other day – tired & hungry. When my phone rang , i thought it might be gaya3 wanting to swap daily woes. or maybe it was new and proud aunt chips, wanting to brag about her niece’s amazing ability to sleep, burp and mewl. but it was someone else and i was already smiling before i picked up.

i’m talking about raghav. whom i’ve known all HIS life. the guy who’d regularly take his favourite people on overnight trips to pluto. okay…… so sometimes he took us to saturn and neptune too. the guy whos tiny hand i once jammed, simultaneously, in TWO car doors. who used to turn PINK when he cried (when he was a BABY, of course)…. and who’s face now turns pink for other reasons.

after attending his call that day, i caught up with him. and he said “why do you write about usless things like RAIN in your blog…….. you should arite about better things………..”
at this point, i asked him “will it make you feel better if i wrote about you?”
and he told me, very earnestly, that he DID want me to write him. and so, here it is.

if i think about it, raghav’s probably the reason i love babies so much. for, at the age of 5, i came to observe baby raghav closely and i learnt that babies are very easy to amuse, very easy to annoy and very very easy to fool.

i could go on and on about that bum, and reveal loads of compromising secrets from his life. but i wont… not for any righteous resons … but because he knows too many of MY compromising secrets

(Obviously) for raghav. with much love