Dincharya

Today, my little sunshine is 640 days old, and every moment with her feels like a warm hug from the universe.

The day began like a familiar melody, with her sweet voice calling out "baba" in that adorable, heart-melting way. I opened my eyes and whispered back, "Hey, my beautiful girl" (heiti sunduri papa te), her giggle lighting up the room like morning sunlight. Our daily routine unfolded with love—helping her wash her face, brushing her tiny teeth and tongue, and feeding her with all the patience and joy she brings. Then, I got ready for work, carrying her warmth with me as I stepped into the day.Work today was a bit of a whirlwind, but the highlight was reconnecting with an old friend, Sagar sir, from my W@$$@N days. He was in Bhubaneswar for some work, and despite the chaos of Modiji’s visit causing a massive traffic jam, I made my way to CY$D where he was staying. Over a steaming cup of tea (and later a chilled beer), we slipped into nostalgic conversations, laughing about old times and catching up after nearly four years. It felt like wrapping myself in a cozy blanket of memories. We parted with a promise to share a hearty dinner tomorrow, and I left with a smile in my heart.

Back home, I was greeted by the purest joy—my little angel’s open arms. We played, laughed, and danced through our evening routine until she had her dinner and drifted off to sleep, her peaceful face a reminder of what truly matters.I settled down for dinner, watching a Prashant Dhawan Sir video, though the weight of the world’s tensions—talk of unnecessary wars—felt heavy. Still, in the glow of my daughter’s love and the warmth of old friendships, the day felt softer, more hopeful.

That’s all for today. Here’s to tomorrow, with its promise of new moments to cherish.