Sunday, 17 April 1988, 12h22 a screaming baby boy was shoved into my arms after 8 excruciating hours in labour. I didn't know how to react to you but one look at you and my heart melted. You were mine for a lifetime... and my heart swelled with love and pride as I held your gooey body wrapped in a white hard hospital blanket; I knew then that you had the most special place in my heart and that I would do anything and everything for you. 
You were blessed and spoilt to have had a family that loved you so much... Dad, Arja, Arji... your aunts and uncles. You cried every night for hours because you were colic and we took turns to walk up and down the passage trying to pacify you. Usha poo singing 'chota sa bhaia hamara"
You were so mischievous - even as a baby! you started eating dhal and rice when you were only 4 months old cos you refused to drink a bottle... haha... but you would steal Vivek's and hit him and make him cry. 
You started walking ... no running around when you were 8 months old. Remember when the red ants got full in your nappy when you were hiding from Arji behind the marigolds! They bit you all over your legs and bum... how you screamed and cried.
I still have the picture of you in your clean yellow and white pj's, face and hands covered in black shoe polish when you were just 11 months trying to polish arja's work boots.
You looking so smart in your black and white pants with white shirt, black bow tie and braces for your first birthday.
I'll never forget how proud your father was of his son!