I adore how cutely you shout on me with your tender lips, trying to pronounce raging words sounding sweet instead.
Your tiny fingers notoriously poking on my arms when i try to sleep, while you run away in unmatched joy is cherishable.
The pitch you scream tantrums of how you dislike vegetables in your plate but you don’t mind asking for cheese instead. You are so on point.
I like how you let me pull your supple cheeks when you motionlessly binge watch Shinchan episodes.
Then hurriedly aping the cartoon you hop all over the place with your friends and roll on the floor somersaulting like a ninja.
I know you like airguns popping out cushion balls aiming people, while i try to save my face as if it were real.
I never felt so happy chasing anything, but your swift bicycle in the porch. I wonder when did you become so fidgety?
I was never so sure of your self reliance, until i saw you littering the floor with thermocol balls but taking up a charge to clean it with your 6 inch miniscule broom.
Your prententious poses like that of a girl, while wearing frock from your mother’s stock, was the funniest comedy show of the era i’d ever seen.
I’m surprised how you still manage to chant god’s name following a small meditation, just like an innocent buddhist monk kid. Kudos bro!
Seeing you effortlessly switch modes of smartphone and progressing every level at Oggy’s video game, makes my eyes gawk at you more, like possibly how??!
Arranging all your scattered toys on the floor was tedious though, but you never made me do that alone.
I’m a fan of you and your buddy’s weird details in an explanation when trying to prove your points.
I wish i knew how to bake a strawberry cake for you, to chill your mouth as you say, you’d anytime wish for.
And thank god you didn’t mention your escape city as ‘Goa’ to threaten me this time, we want you right by our sides.
The way you slurp & then gulp Maggi is a moment that i wouldn’t want to miss and join you along to relive my childhood.
Your selfie smart face made me look silly even after applying multiple filters to be honest. And who taught you face palming, when i forgot to say cheese while clicking our picture?
The swag with which you use loofah smearing bodywash while bathing, was louder than the weird notes you sang like a bathroom singer.
Dreamer boy like you are rare, who follows a ritual of listening to bed time tales from father, while going off to sleep.
I have never seen you run out of energy even after your hectic routine of notorious acts, one of them for instance, is spraying water on everyone’s faces at home.
Your delightful face while eating french fries makes me wonder how easily you find joy in small things.
You scared me with your disappearance the other day. Hide & seek fascinates you way too much, which i would now take a note of.
You were quite self reliant of your age, which was evident while you chucked me when i wanted to escort you downstairs to your friend’s.
I couldn’t believe my eyes watching you decline calls on your mother’s phone, while you were in the middle of cracking the next level of video game and leaning on me like I’m your sofa. You give me prioritising goals.
May your Storehouse of energy never have their servers face down time and the cape of your super hero costume flutter higher & higher everyday.
I know you will take care of our grandmother very well, you possess real superpower bro. Peckles on your cheeks like always.
‘But I want to say one thing’ and ‘Surprise’ are your favourite punchlines. And if you’d ask mine, it would be just one word-