In a baby, You Can See the World!

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Synopsis: One of the Best Articles for Inspiration. A small article written from all of heart to share the exuisite feeling with a baby in your arms. Please read if you can connect with the topic.

Undeniably, there are certain feelings one can have only during what can be called as the extremities of life. These special feelings make moments stay embedded in our souls forever.

For me, the moment came when I reached the hospital to see my niece, the newborn baby and the first child in our family. Well, before this, I grew up listening to my and my brother’s childhood tales never actually witnessing how it feels at the sight of a newborn.

That day, 20th November 2017, when I saw the little girl whose closed eyes were disapproving the light they couldn’t adjust to, I wondered what she would be thinking, and in what language. Because, recently did I hear from someone that thoughts can’t exist without a language. I wondered if her tiny heart would be beating fast for the dread of us appearing menacing to her? I wondered if she has accommodated herself with the many sophisticated processes that would be going on inside her small delicate body like a flower bud.

I felt like telling her in some language which she could comprehend, that ‘it’s all okay. Don’t think too much. Just believe that we all are here to care for you. That we understand the dread you would be feeling at the unfamiliarity with new things and people.’ But, when I looked at her closed eyes once again, carrying her in my hands, she seemed to be contradictorily oblivious, lost in her dark world of confused images. And then I thought if it was me, the over thinking dangerous mind or if she really could not think anything for the lack of language.

She was just so small that it is difficult for me to define her features. But the best I can tell about her is the little hair over head which gave her the grace of a girl. Her pink dainty lips made me recall the TV Actress, ‘Preety Zinta’ while her minuscule nose kept a mystery if it resembles my brother’s or sister-in-law’s.

To carry the baby in your lap while standing is no less than trying to tackle the hard-earned trophy. Priceless and yet delicate. That was same for all five of us. So, not before we seated ourselves after cleaning our hands, we would take her stealthily and lightly so as not to wake up the baby from her sleep. She would nonetheless wake up so easily. So we would shake her a little. No reaction. Then some more. No reaction. Then more and more until we lose our patience completely with the sleeping baby. Unperturbed, she would be nothing but asleep.

The few moments, when she would see around with her half-lidded eyes, would be breaking news to the family,’ Pari has awaken. Pari has awaken!’. And in no time, the group of giants would hover over her from all directions to talk to her. Everyone would do their own set of trials, as non sense and as funny as possible, without a tinge of hesitation. I once again wondered, what would she now think of all of us? How’s our first impression boding on her? if she is thinking that we all are insane, and all humans are as crazy as this? Or she would not be able to judge us and take everything for normal?

Would her conscious mind have started to work by then? I had no idea. But when I heard my brother playing the hair drier audio close to her ear, I learnt that she was calm because its voice resembles that of the mother’s womb. The most familiar sound for the baby that makes her feel protected.

With time, she has now grown to be a 7 month old infant, still leaving me wonder whether she has grown so fast or we were so involved with her to count the time passing.

Now, her features are good for definition. Her eyes which used to be closed most of the time appear shining black pearls, her hair are denser demanding a third round of head-shaving! Her face has grown up to be fair and round. Her fresh skin is flawless and ripe with good health. Quite cruelly, I squeeze her cotton-soft pudgy arms and feet. I sometimes hold the whole soft crux of her neck with my hand, and reprimand her in made-up angry tone. She still doesn’t understand the language, but gives a cute laudable smile, which once again makes me wonder, if she has now grown familiar with our crazy activities. While at the same time, we end up calling ‘her’ crazy.

Observing her so closely, one thing that I realized is, a small baby rather than understanding the language, understands the expressions. If you want to make her smile, you have to smile by yourself first which is the best thing with the baby who acts like a mirror to you. Just like the world is.

She takes you back to the scratch in order to teach the basic things like talking, eating, sitting and walking WHICH, FOR THE FIRST TIME MAKES YOU REALISE HOW MANY EFFORTS YOUR PARENTS MUST HAVE SPENT ON YOU. She transports you from your sophisticated world to hers full of fun, leisure and happiness. With her, you start learning to explore happiness in small little things. With her, you start observing things more closely. And with her, you learn to care for someone so much more than you. So, more than you teaching her, you get to learn a lot from her.