The snapped umbilical cord

I can see you fidget in the cradle from the across hall when I am doing my best to swallow my break fast. (Swallow.. Yes .. eating chewing etc can wait till I can recall what relishing food means). I can hear you grumble and cry in your clear loud, no very loud voice. Just then I manage to shove the last morsel of upma in, and I dash across to start moving your cradle. You immediately stop grumbling and give me a faint smile. Within minutes you are asleep and this time I didn't even touch you. May be it's my voice and as some research articles say my smell.. Awww.

Then a fear hits me. In about 2 months time, I'll resume back work. What then? I wish you get comforted and this transition is easy for you. I know you are a rock star and you'll do a super job. But will you forget me? Will my voice and touch still sooth you?

Well if not now, but in a few years you'll be all grown up , pretty much managing things yourself and may be even advising me. Even then I know that I'll be able to comfort you like no one else. Cause right from moment when you were a little being inside me, in that dark and warm place the only sound that kept you in constant company were my heart beats. You are in some way a division of my heart . So even if the physical umbilical cord might have been cut at birth but this cord between our hearts can never be snapped .

Love you Rayaansh

7 October 2014

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