Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

It is a starry night.

I look up at the sky and watch the tiny shining dots scattered far away above me. I do not understand them, but I like looking at them.

My mother holds me close against her chest and sings softly while wrapping me in her arms. Slowly, without realizing it, I begin to fall asleep.

Then I feel myself being lifted again.

I know these arms too.

Strong hands. A familiar warmth. My father.

I feel safe.

He carries me quietly to my bed. Somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, I feel him bend close to kiss me.

Before I can open my eyes again, I am asleep.

— Aaryan

I am writing here after a long silence.

Ever since Aaryan came into our lives on July 30th, 2009, time seems to have changed its shape completely for us. Days pass in feeding, carrying, soothing, watching, laughing, and simply sitting beside him while he sleeps.

Often I feel that nearly every moment deserves to be remembered somehow.

Perhaps that is why I return to writing again — not merely to record events, but to hold on, for a little longer, to these brief passing days that already seem to disappear too quickly.