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Hi Aabi, Today is the last day of your Birthday Month, my sweet baby. ❤️ This is the month when you brightened our home and our lives with your arrival, when your Aara Didi decorated your “Home Sweet Home” in Chandigarh with beautifully written words: “WELCOME HOME AABI”, and received you in her arms with hugs and kisses. Me and your Cheeta, Shashi Maani, sang the song, “Aaiye… Aapka… Intezaar Hai…”, which you may not have understood, but which meant, we are all waiting for y

Hey, Aabi… Happy 4th birthday, our baby. Today, you are turning four. A day we once imagined celebrating with balloons, cake, laughter, and little gifts wrapped especially for you. We often wonder what you would like now… what your favourite colour would be, what toys would make you smile, and what gift Chachu and I would choose for our little sunflower. But today, you are celebrating somewhere far beyond our reach… somewhere beautiful, in heaven. And while we cannot hold you

My lovely baby, Aabi I write to you this note, for this is all I can do now. It is your birthday week, my little doll. How I can imagine (I have to imagine a lot, a lot, and a lot of things, all day long, all the time now) the twinkle in your eyes, the way you would show off to everyone around, whatever you would carry: a new number that would be your age now, 4, a brand new dress, goodies for your little friends, new pair of your favorite shoes, a new bag, a new water bottle

Dear Aabi August is here. The month that rings beauty and love into our minds, hearts, and souls to the deepest. The month where a beautiful little miracle came into our lives and charmed us in new ways. In ways we didn't know love could be felt. Bringing in fresh new feelings of how a mother's first child now becomes an elder sibling, feelings of how two children can mean exactly the same to a parent, feelings of how sharing a mother's love with two children only means love

Moments are what this life is about Moments are us, inside and out. Combined to create memories Put together, to build magical journeys. They bring within all in every way The smiles, the laughter, the tears that sway. We go on living them as time flows The enormity of these moments to remain unknown. We hold them close as precious pearls The more the merrier as life unfurls. But only a single one enough to shatter lifetimes Only a single one can crash the entire universe. Hi

Aabi... Naani is still in Perth (your Perth) and wants to talk to you. She has many things to tell you. As always. Your mom calls you 'TimTim', which means 'the one with sparkling eyes' like you have, and you know, your mom also had sparkling eyes... always chirping and laughing. Pure joy, like you. But this time, when I reached Perth, I could not recognize your mom and dad for a while. They looked different, sad, the color gone from their faces, very torn and tired, as if un

Here I am Where I always was But where has my baby gone? Here we all are Where we all always were But where has ONLY my baby gone? How can no one know? How can no one want to find out? When all I can ask for is, Where has my baby gone? Does anyone know why a child is taken forever? Where is what they call another wonder? How can a tomorrow come, Breaking everything for someone. I wonder where she went, my sunflower? I research every existence every hour. What are these realms

Dearest Aabi Naani is in Perth again, searching for you everywhere. Yet, you have managed to hide in such a way that I can't find you with my eyes. I can sense your presence among all your toys, listening to your husky voice, but I still cannot see you. Where are you, my love? For all these months, I have been wandering through various mythologies, mystic sciences, and spiritual realms, trying to understand why it was so difficult to protect you. Why was the whole universe so

Dearest darling Bubba, my Aabi Here comes May again. It spells the same, it sounds the same. The weather seems to be as it always is in May. And yet, since May of 2025, the shift has not merely been limited to the numbers. This month carries so much now that even the sound of it stirs every nerve and every impulse in me. Although in my mind, it lasts only for 6 days. These are the six days where boundaries of life and death intertwine. Six days that carry my whole world, both

I have been searching for something tangible to remember my little Aabi since the day I held her for the very last time. My arms ache, and my body is in constant pain, yearning to lift my toddler and experience the tiredness that I didn't realize was the most beautiful feeling a mother could feel. With this piercing desire to touch her, to feel her skin against mine, to experience again the comforting weight of her head on my shoulders and the tightness of her arms around my

If one ever gets to check the limits of their imagination, try to imagine what it might be like to be living without any thought of a tomorrow. All of us, naturally, live our todays for something to look forward to tomorrow. Every day we spend unconscious moments and thoughts planning about a time in the near or far future. And that is what drives humans through, to do tasks and work, striving for a future or merely even a tomorrow that is better than today, or as they wish i

The sun still shines strong The moon still chooses to believe nothing's wrong The stars twinkle every night Telling the world all is right. Here I stare at the days that go by Wondering what happened and why A single question seemingly overdue Saying 'we lost you' seems ever so untrue. A mother, a father, a sister, a family Had you, our baby, sing songs so happily We saw you, our sunflower, breathe out light and bloom We love you, we say, to the sun, stars, and the moon. Your

For as long as we have been aware, we have witnessed the countless faces of this life. Our life span allows us to observe how different people live differently, and we comprehend that not everyone has the same structure in their lives. And not just ten or twenty or fifty, but many, many factors play their part in every one of our stories. On top of this, it neither begins at the same tone nor does it carry forward in the tone on which it started. There are crests and troughs

Aabi, Creating a distance between us was unfair and excruciating. Leaving us with her memories and feelings, collecting her little things, such as nail polish, socks, and toys, brings a strong sense of what could've happened but never will. Her gentle touch, precious eyes, and soft hands lead us to a new memory each day. The lasting bond is there physically and mentally. Even if we're worlds apart, you're still in my heart. It will always be you and me. Each day used to be br

Dear Aabi The year 2025 has gone, but what did you know about counting years, as you lived in moments, always, making each moment a full life, a joyful story. When 2025 started, I was very happy because I was waiting for my Betu Nitin, Aarvi, and my Aabi to come from Perth to India, to Naani's house. I was busy in preparations for your arrival: cleaning the house, making space in cupboards for your tiny clothes, and shopping for you. Your little sister Dishu was arranging all

Dear Aabi Here, another month went by, the last month of the year, December. Another month without you. The year that held for me both beauty and horror. The year you began to bloom like a beautiful, bright sunflower. The year in which new words in your toddler's vocabulary amazed me every moment. The year when you became stronger, bolder, fun, and fierce, like a model two-year-old. The year when all emotions touched you, and you touched all of us in ways we had never been to

Today, with the strength I can still hold, I want to say something to you, my Aabi. You came into my life soft, pure, and a blessing in your own way. The moment you were born, the world around me began to shift. Everything that once felt stuck, everything that refused to fall into place… suddenly started aligning, as if your tiny presence breathed hope into places inside me that had forgotten how to believe. You became my lucky charm, my blessing, my miracle in the smallest,

Dearest darling Bubba It's me again, your mumma. I thought my world crashed, The day that was your last, But little did I realise then, How life is just beginning a mayhem. I cried, I wailed, all in vain, I broke into pieces full of pain. I continue to cry and wail in pain, My voice unheard, my pleas down the drain, For everyday, my love, has since then, been the same. I search for that power, That all-mighty supreme creator, As my eyes wander, Looking for you in every yonder

'GOD CANNOT BE EVERYWHERE, HENCE CREATED MOTHERS.' The Profound Connection Between Mothers and Children I will dwell on this sentence for the rest of my life, and like me, many others might also be. As a child, I have been all my versions, good and even more, worse, only in my mother's presence. I have walked this planet with an unstated, unshakable confidence that my mother will always come to my rescue. She will be there for everything I have, good, bad, ugly, happy, annoy

The Absence of Language for Grief I recently watched a clip from a movie that addressed the profound concept about what you refer to as those parents who have lost a child. The actress in the scene was trying to dig deep into the language(s) to understand how the world refers to people who have lost a spouse or to children who lose parents, but could not find a word that has been part of human vocabulary to refer to parents who have lost a child. It struck me that whenever an