My First Grand daughter steps into life at Five

My dear Akshya,

The signature of Kanchana,

Your mother and my first precious treasure

My first precious grand daughter

In the family tree of Sambandhan

Today you complete the first

Five years of life

The most innocent part of childhood

Somewhat problematic time for Kanchana’s Motherhood

On this occasion, you were

Blessed by grandparents from both sides

And parents of course

Inclusive of Quarter’s aunties and

Their children, big and small,

And most of them are your friends.

You are lucky that way

To have company to play

And also interact with studies.

It appears as if you were born

Only yesterday.

How the time has moved so fast

Your grandfather is also getting old

But feeling young.

It’s time , you and Darshini made me younger.

The initial transitional problems you had

In your arrival to this beautiful planet

Five years ago,

I still vividly remember,

The full cry of your father on that day

And your mother unaware of all the turmoil

Unleashing in all our hearts and minds

You made your grandmother walk

To the corridors of hospital on that day

It was raining in the evening

That day was more crucial,

As we decided to shift you to JIPMER.

For that welcome event

Inevitable outcome

I had to wage a war

With the hospital chief,

A scholar doctor

A great friendly soul

Who was really the author

And anchor for you,

The real Instrumental factor,

For making your

Mother, as mother and

All the blissful experience

That followed thereafter.

Since your arrival,

And Dharshini’s too later

There has been more joyous laughter

Fun and a lot of merry making

At Home, there and here and everywhere.

There are many things I write

About myself, my agony

And also about my daughters.

On this kind of occasion,

Now they will wait until for

Another day.

From high persistent B.P for

More than a month,

Caused by a host of factors

Many of them not worth revisiting

Nor recollecting.

Your grandfather has come a long way

To a stage of semblance of normalcy,

Not that he has attained wisdom

But he will strive to set aside the trivials

You and Priyadarshini, I must

Hold on and grab as a treasure,

A real solace for me.

Talkative nature and laughter of both of you

Will quickly restore my health.

I will write more as the Days pass on

I am sure, you will be one among my fans

To thumb through the pages

Of countless diaries filled with letters

Echoing your black old man’s feelings and perception

About life and society.

Before I close, I wish you all the best

Akshaya, the gift sent from Heaven

To your parents.