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I made my way into the world on 23rd September 2015. Seems like I was in a bit of a hurry to be in my dad arms, so decided to make mom deliver me when I was 29 weeks 2 days old. The docs termed me premie and whisked me away to the Neo Natal Intensive Care Unit of Rainbow Childrens Hospital in Bangalore rather ceremoniously clearing the way of all common mortals as I sailed through the OT and out into the NICU. I stayed there for a few weeks and made many friends. One person I particularly remember is Anjali, my neighbor and as per my dad, my first gilrfriend! My stay there was mostly comfortable and I enjoyed all the attention I got there but for all the annoying tubes that the Dracula Doctors (again a name my dad told me to use to call the docs as they drew blood from me for various tests) put on me. In particular, I would like to say thanks to Dr Kavita Kovi who took care of mommy while I was in her, Dr Hans who delivered me, Dr Pratap who received me, Dr Ajay who managed me while I was puking in ICU and Dr Rajat who seemed mostly absent and cranky the whole time. Dr Deepa, Dr Aruna and Dr Mrilna also kept a tab on me through the entire stay. It gets rather boring at night in the NICU and they came by to chat with me often. I especially liked nurse Divya, Bhagya, Susheela, Sanjali & Emily who used to play with me a lot. Ba and ma used to come every day like visitors at a museum to look at me, do Kangaroo care (KMC and KFC stands for Kangaroo Mother Care and Kangaroo Father Care and were things I rather liked) and act as my milkmen. Also, one night an old man who looked like my dad came to see me for a few quick seconds. Before I could figure out who he was, he had to go away as no one else apart from ma and ba were allowed. I realized later that he was dada, my paternal grand dad who had come to stay at home and manage Tobo and Gunda dada at home while ma and ba were with me in hospital. |
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A photo walk with my 5 year old
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Usually, my son follows me like my shadow. He loves the outdoors and usually accompanies me when I go on errands. But when I take my cameras out and put them in my bag, he knows not to ask if he can come along. Usually he asks where I am going, how far it is, who I am going with and what I am going to see... but stops from asking if he can go with me.
I sense his longing to join me, but that question only stays in his eyes.
Last night however, he asked, “Baba, can I come too?”
I was planning to leave early in the morning, less than an hour from the time I was going to bed. So I said, “if you wake up in time, then yes.” He asked me to pack his camera (my GoPro, which he has staked his claim on) and went to sleep. I was quite confident that he would not wake up. An hour later, I got dressed and was about to leave when my wide eyed son came running behind saying “I am ready”.
So he came along today... his first photo walk with me.
[11Apr2021/KannagiNagar] |
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