Beginning of the eighth month

I am in the eighth month of my life journey. Now I understand the world around me. I know my Mom’s face, her voice, her nose, her eyes, her hands, her dress and of course her friend—Heather Smith

The other day every one in my house was busy. My Mom was busy cleaning the house, my Dad was busy going out to buy something and my Grandma was busy with cooking. No one had time to cuddle with me and play with me. Usually I shout when I am not the centre of attraction. This time for a change I kept mum. I just wanted to know what was happening.

Then suddenly I heard the horn of the car and my Mom went outside, as if she was just waiting to hear this horn. She went out and came inside the house with Heather Smith.

Heather Smith? Who is this? I was wondering. Well, she is my Moms colleague. She came all the way from her place just to see me. She was so different from my Mom in looks but I could feel the warmth and love in her face. She was as sweet as my Mom. She has a son of my age. Probably not of my age, I am bigger than Miles (That is what Heather calls her son) by one month and six days. She took me in her arms. She played with me for sometime.

So now, I also recognize my Moms friend—Heather Smith.

In other words a seven month old baby understands and recognizes the faces of their dear ones. Heather Smith is no longer a stranger to me as she resembles my Mom is her action.

Apple and Amma

A for “Apple”. When I heard the word Apple I felt very funny or rather I couldn’t stop my laughter. I squealed with delight, jumped with excitement, shouted with joy. I laughed and laughed until my stomach pained.

My Father said, my Mom said, my Grandma said, “Apple Apple Apple”. They just wanted hear my rolling laughter and see my giggling face. I enjoyed every instances of the word—Apple, being pronounced.

Now when my Mom calls from office, she asks my granny, “How are you and how is baby apple?” Is he crying? Anyway Apple and Amma are good friends. So he will not cry.”

Note: My granny’s name is Amma. That is what my Mom calls her.

Thus evolves a new name—Apple, and a new pair—Apple and Amma. I heard my father saying that this pair is like Munna Bai and Circuit. Who are they? God knows.

Any way, the great Aryan is also known as Apple now.

Teeth—that is what this alien is called

One of my best time pass is to bite and lick every toy that see around. I like to bite my Orange birdie, Blue pillow, Yellow rattle . .It is a unending list.

“Recently Aryan has started to bite everything and anything. He even bit his great toe, can you believe it?”. With a strange look on her face, my Mom was saying these words to my granny.

“What is new in it? Now that he has grown old, may be he is having teething problem”, my granny replied.

With great enthusiasm both of them rushed towards me and opened my mouth.

“Yes, see this”, My mom shouted.

A tiny white tooth was budding from the gums of my lower jaw.

So this is called teeth….now I came to know.
But no one knew how much I am irritated by this white foreign body in my mouth. The problems I face due the so called teeth are:

• Extreme irritation in my mouth cavity
• Increase in body temperature-Am I feeling warm?
• I am not able to drink my Mom’s milk. She scolds me says that I am doing “Natak”.
• Sleepless night and restlessness.
• I am not active—That is what my Mom says, but I am active and my mind is always scanning the information around.
• Few feelings that I don’t know how to explain.

Is this upcoming structure worth all the pain? A point to pause and ponder. . .