August 24, 2018
"The first time you held someone's hand. "
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It was a Saturday, the month of April, early morning that the call came, which my mother answered, in curt monosyllables. When I got the message, I threw a royal tantrum refusing to see or meet him, but after a couple of hours, reluctantly agreed to meet him (mostly because my mother emotionally blackmailed me).
I stared at him, he looked exactly like my grandfather, with a frown on his wrinkled face; that astonished me, I could expect him to look like his grandfather, but mine, that was shocking. I kept staring at his face wondering at the fact when he opened his eyes and looked at me. At that instant, my breath caught; you know that cliché- earth stopping moment- it true.
The minute I saw him looking at me; time froze, the earth tilted on its axis and my universe, which was clunking about in a dazed and lost manner, all these years, straightened itself. It was love at first sight.
Three hours later, as I stood beside his crib, while his mother was being prepped to be shifted to the private room, he stared at me, unblinkingly, as though trying to fathom who this weird looking person was, who was staring at him so adoringly. I held out my finger and he grasped it, which was when I knew that I was lost.
Since then, my brother takes great fun in saying that my nephew has me wrapped round his little finger. I, however, beg to differ. I have curled myself round his tiny toe, which gives me a vantage point, so that I can continue to gaze at my cuddly cute curly haired imp.
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Word count - 276
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