Curly Headed Girl

Let me share something about my niece, my tack sharp, my shy queen. I was doing a Diploma when Rishi (my niece ) was born. I remember someone called me, when my class was going on. It was d very first experience of our family and she had arrived n we were much happy and excited to see her face. I literally cried too.

I remember she was too tiny to cuddle. I was unable to hold her in fear that, I would break her. She was the cutest child I have ever seen in my life, her shy nature with a beautiful smile was killing my inner pain.

I loved to see her, that tiny cute eyes with a pleasing smile. Although I hated when she would cry. She was so beautiful and fragile. Time crossed and unintentionally. She started growing and she was always sleeping all the time like sleeping panda and I was happy to see her dizzy eyes. Then she turned into a toddler who would often come to my room and stole all the things which were eye-catching to her.

The fun part was when She started growing from six months to seven since I never heard her crying voice. She was laughing grin like a chestier cat. When She started to talk, She began called me JHIA, She could not call me properly, but I never tried to correct her. Just left as it is because, I was not getting sick towards her voice, and I loved the way she pronounced it.

Suddenly time flies and she turned five. Then she started talking like a little adult and she would sing along to all my favourite songs with me. She would push me just for a good laugh and I was happy to give her company. When she turned seven, we were able to notice she was a little different than other kids.

She did not have fears, she was a crazy reader and she was loving to start studying as her earliest age. She was too talented to catch easily each and every difficult word on her way. Now she is ten and surprisingly she likes to pretend she is twenty years old.

She looks around my room and admires my writing skill, my books, my every activity she follows to do. She loves all the belongings and takes too.She always pokes me when she will grow up she will write like as I do and I always support her for doing what she wants to. I never know I could love a little human being so much.

Sometimes I cuddle and squeeze her, just to tell her to stop growing up so fast. She tells me she wants to b big as like as me, but that being little isn’t fun.

I know she’ll grow up, regardless of how much I want her to stay small. I will say her as always, keep the childlike spirit, be a kid at heart and never the world to convince you to grow up so fast.

I love my RISHI, She will be always little in my eyes and she is my backbone. I will always see that little curly-headed girl with chubby chicks with bright hazel eyes.

SO READY TO CONQUER THE WORLD MY BACHHA.