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Our House is where we crawl..

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Our House is where we crawl..   My parents were blessed and I was born to them. I came as a 'neymat' (Gift) from almighty to my family and the home which  belonged to me.   I heard once from an elder that daughters are born to parents who are blessed and who can bear them up with  love and care.   Opening eyes one fine and blessed day to my family, I have seen so many faces but I didn’t recognize anyone. Nor was I aware that these are my family this life, what they were to me in my past life I knew maybe ( it is said that the newborn baby also remembers the previous life ) but I...  couldn’t tell anyone, neither do I remember it now.   I am told that I was Pink, baby pink when I was born. That’s the painting almighty made on the canvas of me.   As the days moved, I recognized a few of the faces as - Maa, Paa, Uncle, Aunt, Didi, Brother, Dada, Dadi and so on.  I felt the love and affection that were showered on me since I woke up in the mornin...
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A Day in the little girl's life !

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  Ahh ! Here she is.....  First b orn to the most loved people of the family.  😊   Youngest of the siblings was her father and the eldest of the siblings was her mother. Both respected the most and loved the most by each of the person they knew.   That made it obvious that she was a very special child for everyone.   She was pink , what we call ‘ baby pink ’ was her color. But yes, she was unaware of where she was born, where she was and who her parents were. Her extremely happy aunts and uncles were waiting for their turns to take the baby pink cotton ball in their hands.   Like every other parent her parents were also on the seventh cloud since they got to know that she was growing inside the tummy ! and now that she was out, they jumped few more clouds up.  😊   Now they were prepared to take her home.  ‘ Home Sweet Home ’ – where her cousins, her aunts, uncles and grandparents were eagerly waiting for her.   She just kept chan...
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