My lil bundle of joy !

I came here and noticed I had not written anything since last four months in this blog, but not like I am not writting at all ... I do write ... and Iiiiiiiiiii ... I write for the little bundle of joy that I am carrying inside yeeeei I am carrying a five month baby yuhu clap clap! And I was involved writting for him only since last few months. Talks between me and him, secrets between me and him and a fine tuning between me and him ... I am trying to feel how is it to be a Mom ! But geeeeek its real odd, will he mind calling me by name?

But otherwise the journey till now has gone pretty smooth, I never felt a thing for a single moment, no cravings, no vommitings, no morning, evening sicknesses and no pains. My lil pumpkin has been really good to me till now.

Wish me and my chubby cheek luck !!!

The New Den ...

I was used to getting up with the noice of birds chirping outside my bedroom window, my living room window very often was lined up with white and blue pegions, my bedroom, kitchen and bathroom used to be lighted with sunlight till afternoon and boy my bedroom very often was lighted with moonlight too ... and this was all in my previous apartment.

My new apartment's bedroom is right above a traffic signal, I wake up with the noise of cars and ambulance sirens, sulight falls only in my bedroom that too as if its doing a favor on me. And moonlight ... just forget about it, I can't even see the sky from my bedroom window since its all covered with the surrounding skyscrappers. No garden in front of the windows and no kids to shout for Rajib Uncle and Rajib Aunty.

Only comfort that we have is, we are saving our commute time, earlier we used to be inside the car for full three hours, but we ignored the positives that we were getting from these three hours commute. We were spending quality three hours togather everyday. There was no TV, no laptop to disturb us, me and Ra and nobody else, we had nothing else to do except talk to each other or resolve our previous fights or if nothing else than get involved in a new fight, and man why the heck I let this luxury taken away from me so easily.

Oh I am badly missing my old apartment, and my good old Parkway and everything else that I used to complain about earlier !

My old home .. sweet home ...

The New Den .. (dont go on the interiors ... sab chalawa hai ...)