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(Milkstained) Fluffball in my blanket


Once in our hostel in Delhi, a certain girl's bedding caught fire from her room heater. Since I too used a blower, & kept it close to the bed, that winter, I developed a easily disturbed, flaky sleep. I won't dream of fire, but I'd be half awake  several times, the blower always at the corner of my mind ...
That's how you sleep when you have a baby, "Did she just make a sound?"
Changes in sleep cycle are difficult. Irritability happens. To all who start on shift duty, & to new parents. I personally have a lot of support at home, & am encouraged to sleep when the baby sleeps.
That helps. One more thing helps.

You wake up hearing low but sharp distress sounds, You rub your eyes vigourously, because they seem to be glued closed.
When you ultimately switch the lights on, you see a tiny speck making a baby face at you ... yes, babies make that baby face .
Your own baby is more cute than any baby, human or animal that you have seen, & when those huge eyes get rounded, flat nose get crinkled, little mouth assumes an expression so innocent & ignorant, "I don't know nooothing! Is this milk time?"
It helps
:)

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Why does anyone write? Mostly, because they cannot help it ... Speaking requires an audience. Writing does not require a readership. When I started this blog, I was new at my job, just about to get married, highly confused about what to do with life, highly dissatisfied with myself, & devoid of any "responsibilites" as they say in Indian Middle Class. Oh yes! Also, I used to imagine the populace to be divided into 3 equal thirds, economically, & the middle third was the middle class. I was a "Young adult". Now I am a middle-aged auntie. & I have found out that the lower 90% is the lower class, the top 1% is the upper class, & I am the 9%.

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