Dear Daarling Soham
It sounds funny when I write your name. I hardly use your name. It is just used when I need to talk about you with other people. Between you, me, dada, buwa, grandma and grandpa, we have whole sets of names for you. And new terms keeps on adding up. Why do we need to name you in so many different ways. Because, you are like that. It is so hard to label you. You are a whirlwind that came in our life and made everything so exciting and uncertain. With you around, I never know what is coming next. What new thing you are going to say. What knew "trouble" you are going to create. You are one whole package deal. I cannot choose and select. You come with riddle package of cuteness and "trouble". Each time the proportion is different. They come in different combination.
And dear, its your birthday. Not today, but day before yesterday. And this birthday somehow turned out to be quiet. I could not make any noise. You were not well. So, we did not celebrate. Because with you around, nothing is ever going to quiet, calm and serene. This year has been difficult for you. So many different transitions in your life. First, mother went off to Australia, which I suspect you did not mind much. As Buwa, Dada, hajurbuwa and hajurama was around. Then, we had Skype. And you were quiet frustrated with it. You were angry with Skype because it did not allow Ama to send you Pasta, Pizza and all those yummy dishes Ama used to cook for you. Then, came the earthquake. Toppled everything down. Ama came home. You told me all your stories and shared in whimpered voices many of the mischiefs that you did while I was away. I am yet to hear some more.
Then, you me and dada came to Australia. You joined with your own enthusiasm. The first condition for you to come to Australia was that you will be able to dig here. But cold winter is not allowing you to do much. Since you just became so sick with cold, Ama needs to be careful about your digging. And I know you are not happy with me about that. I can't wait for warm and sunny spring to come soon when you can dig non stop.
You are struggling with everything now. You are not so happy that you have to wait another six months to go to Prep class in same school as dada. You get frustrated with Ama when she does not understand your logic that you will be such a good and quiet boy. " You can study with me", you say. Ama is convinced of course. Of course, I can study. It is just that, I want to, I wish to, I have to study you when I am with you. I rather feel like snuggling with you, hugging you non-stop and cuddling you all the time.
Happy fifth birthday Soham. Lets celebrate it when you are better in our own style. I have an idea how it is going to go like. You will insist on mixing the cake yourself. In the process, it is likely that the whole pot of cake could topple down from the kitchen counter. And knowing that in advance, I may probably have an extra cake mix available in cupboard. While, I just manage to put that cake in Oven and just when the timer is about to go off, you may curiously disappear somewhere quietly for a while. And I will have a minor panic attack. Right there and then, in some part of the house, you will be doing something mischievous and when I catch you, you will have that " Sorry Ama" look with a grin in your face. I just hope that all the while this is happening, the cake will not be burnt in Oven. Because I am pretty sure, I will neither have another packet of cake mix nor the energy to bake a new one. But, but.................................................life is so full of surprises with you dear, and I like it just the way it is. Just a wish that these surprises come in smaller doses.
