
The fleece of clouds in heaven unfurled. The huge man in a white kurta whose face is conveniently censored, said to me in a voice like thunder...(I thought the dude was burping). "Thou shalt be an Uncle".
"Curses... Never, I said".... But then, it happened anyway. He came with a scream which would put Serj Tankian to shame and stole our freakin' hearts. With feet no bigger than a Samsung cell phone and a face much mistaken for a tomato, he arrived!
I messaged my friends with jolts of joy and fits of madness... I was an Uncle and it was a Boy.
After 24 grueling hours of waiting, the little hero came out of the Neo Natal ICU and said.. "Wassup people. Where's the milk?"
And ever since that fateful minute, all he has been doing is looking for milk. Its like monkeys and bananas...Pirates and treasure...Suraj and Quizzes. This is my nephew's daily activity chart:
50% of the time: Look for Milk**
35% of the time: Sleep
10% of the time: Cry
5% of the time: Explore the world with eyes filled with wonder and amusement.
** Look for milk also implies crying and bawling.
This post is deticated to my dear little nephew whose name I am yet to decide.
Cheers!