ANAGHA

“Puppu, puppu…. Let’s do a sister activity today… take a cardboard roll… stick a shiny paper…. 2 moving eyes and let’s colour it….. Good idea right??!!??” Couldn’t just get better right? I hardly can picture her imagination but m proud she thinks so deep in her thoughts. Its crazy fun and ‘m her crazy Aunt !!

I surely do have my hand in spoiling her, to pamper her and to annoy her.

I.Love.Her.
That’s the point - Bold and strong. I can play, fight and compete; when it’s time out - she runs to her mum!

Anagha is 4 years and a couple of months. She has currently believed she and I are sisters. Not to doubt her parents consider me her sibling too! This whole sister thing became our fancy when we wanted to tell her that she could and couldn’t do a few things…. So it’s always mommies’ vs sisters at home. We both sisters (m used to these terms now) have everything in common. From wearing similar dresses, to not touching the stove or operate the oven, not to take the stairs alone, can’t wear makeup ….so on…we even carried our sister bag to the last trip we went!

The day I first met Anagha is a very beautiful memory in my mind. Tiny paws and pink cheeks. Precious. She was born with a pair of jet black eyes. Contradicting her mom’s ravishing green eyes this one is equally a treat! We clicked her pictures every day. We tried a lot of our skills and creativity. We wrapped her warm once and did the nude baby one’s too. We once poured a box of strawberry’s on her and clicked pictures. She was a darling. Going on, we enjoyed every minute of her sound sleep to live those sisters time or spend happy moments with my mom n aunt! In the evening Arun danced to the tunes of “Chai Chai, coffee coffee” wrapping Anagha in his arms. Anagha started talking very early. Even before she started walking she managed to tell the stories of how the cooker whistled and the thirsty crow stories. She hummed to her own tunes of fantasy music and ran like a darling.

Sometimes am jealous. I feel she is extremely lucky to spend the entire day with my mom. Learn and play with her. I meet them every day but you know it’s different once you’re married. You truly know the value of staying at mom’s house from the very moment u get married! I will keep this topic to discuss another day. For now this space is about her. My Muddu bangara !!!

Her imagination is a soaring kite. Her ability to beautifully link many stories into her everyday life is a commanding act to adore. She was once asked to learn to speak about her favorite toy for a narration at school. Mom and I tried to teach her a few lines about her bunny. We told her about its tooth, its love for carrot and a few common lines which she could easily remember. In a matter of a few minutes she came up with this story herself – Trust me , her innocence won! : “One day there was a rabbit. He was very hungry. He looked for carrot everywhere. Then he found a tortoise. They began to race. The rabbit slept under a tree. A crow dropped a leaf on its head. The tortoise won the race!” By the way this story is the remake version of the thirsty crow, Hare & the tortoise and another story of a crow!!!

 Anagha Ma’am- that’s fondly how she calls herself – is an amazing teacher to all of us. Her obedient students are Sudha & Rajshekar(her ammama and thata). She narrates her entire day at school back at home here and it’s a treat to watch her do this. Sit, stand, colour and sing- you gotta do everything in her class. Kalli is my husband. He steals her chocolates and she knows them. Hence the name. She now remembers to buy extra ones just for him. Now that’s being clever! I am Puppu and that's the best someone has ever called me.

I have off late been telling Anagha about the existence of a fairy godmother! Like how this fairy is fond of obedient lil girls and would silently draw stars on their hands when they were sleeping. This has been working for some days now. She sleeps like a darling and when its time, I frantically search for coloured pens to tattoo her tiny paws with twinkling stars!!

I can write volumes and would never be done with this topic. For now, she is the most happening part of all our lives. I love the way she runs to open the door when we reach home, stretch her arms, hug us and crawl all over vinay and arun … Blessed!!!