The blog titles here are totally inspired. In the cheesiest, wackiest, and unapologetically clickbaity ways. Dang it, I need readers, more than any of those online pages that anyway we’ll ALL visit, however blatantly or clandestinely š
In my defence, I must say that this title is about the Prime time of a well beloved offspring. If you’re new here, may I suggest that you read on? If you can’t go on with only so much, it’s perfectly okay to take a rain check. š And regulars here,Ā the countables-on, I know they shall read and be kind. But, errr, let’s not dawdle, shall we? š
He was a you-may-not-even-LOOK-at-me baby, for what seemed the longest time, for Us. His parents, brother, a couple of his grandparents, of the full set he had, a couple of others he considered āfriendliesā (Iām totally into the Designated Survivor series on Netflix, so youāll have to put up with clichĆ©d language here š ), a baby that people so wanted to carry and cuddle, but one who would not co-operate with wishes. No Sireee! And then, somewhere round his 4th birthday or so, he decided to take charge and begin his journey as that cub who would take his Designated Place in the Social Jungle š I canāt help it, the Designated thingy is overwhelming, and Iām glad I got that title already put there, or else even that would have Designated as part of it ā who knows it still might infiltrate š )
From that gwumpy baby to the young man he became through his high school and senior classes there, to being called āSmiling babyā (as a Senior in school, by one of my dearest colleagues there!) ā itās a classic textbook organic growth of a personality, and even today leaves me open-mouthed in admiration. (Yep, Iām like that ā I like to look at my offspring and wonder where the heck they got that chutzpah!) I know, I know, Iāve kind of gone overboard before, about this one, (and the other one š ), but I can never do that enough. Thatās why weāre here again today. Kind of the day that his mother gets her blog back, and the words from the muse spring, that has been running dry for the longest time. Talking of him (and the Sun Child ) always makes me happy, and proud, for theyāve beaten those paths that they lead right now. Every single step. Iām merely their loudest cheerleader, with a free-style dance that no one would / could follow, or maybe even approve ā you know, that balter- sidestep I do š

Happy birthday Ashwin!
Today heās celebrating his birthday ā in his happy place. Literally. A place he and his lovely partner aspired to, dreamt of, and worked to build. No one could be gladder that I, (except them, no one ā we could have duels on it, and I will fight tooth ā the few I have ā nail ā fast growing ones I have ā and hair, the 5,689 strands I have! š ) ā but then today, I do not want to fight. For goodness sake, itās the weekend, Iāve had a long week, and a longer one to come, and this is my window of peace! But yes, Iām his biggest fan, maybe Iāll share that with his partner Neeti, wonly, and maybe one more person, but that is it!
Ashwin, my Little One, you make me laugh every single day. You make me cry too, a lot, with the generosity of your words, your love, your unputdownable wacky witty jokes, with all that love that burgeons in my heart for you. You are precious, you are light and love, personified. I cannot begin to tell you of how PROUD Iāve been each step of the way youāve journeyed, to this moment. And how, no matter what, I ALWAYS WILL BE.
Cannot sing this enough, for you – “You raise me up” in the soulful voice of Josh Groban.
Gosh. I do love you so. Happy birthday, Chots. Prayers and blessings, for today.
May the odds be ever in your favour.
3 August, 2019
Earlier, on this blog, for him, celebrating his birthday:
A few footnotes ( from the previous yearās blog!):
This one fromĀ hereĀ in 2012, and damn, that is what, 6 years back?! Woah. I am rather proud of myself, and will not hesitate to say it, today, for me
Right, before I go ga ga all over again, over my Lion Cub, I do want to share those ātraditionsā š . It started in 2009, withāThe Right Ageā, the went on toĀ āFor My Little OneāĀ (incidentally heās a few millimetres short of being 6 ft tallĀ Ā Ā ), to when he flew the coop, inĀ āWhen Nestlings Flyā, andĀ MetamorphosisĀ and settled in withĀ āPrideāĀ in 2010 and 2011, last year. AndĀ here is where he tells me itās no fun doing something unless your mom says NO. So it is 3 August again, and, as my kids in school say, āhis happy birthdayā!
Earlier (and later )Blog Tradition blogs for Ashwin, each year, are here – Click on the year to be taken to that blog š
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