Hai Na Bolo Bolo

Early mornings at home have begun developing a rhythm of their own.

Everyone seems to be moving at once — between the kitchen, the bathroom, and the dining table — as though something enormously important is at stake. And in the middle of all this movement sits little Aaryan, perfectly relaxed in my arms, watching the world with quiet amusement.

Morning now follows a familiar order for all three of us:
massage,
bath,
breakfast,
and finally sleep.

Somewhere along the way, without realizing it fully, we have all begun living by this little rhythm of yours.

You already seem to have very clear opinions about each part of it.

Milk during massage.
Splashing water during bath time.
Apple puree at breakfast.

Six months into the world, and already becoming wonderfully yourself.

It feels strange how quickly you are growing.

About a month ago we discovered your fascination with music entirely by accident. One morning we played “Hai Na Bolo Bolo” during breakfast and noticed you listening with complete attention. Since then, songs have quietly become part of our mornings too.

For a while you seemed completely loyal to “Hai Na Bolo Bolo.”

Recently, however, your loyalties appear to have shifted toward “Lalla Lalla Lori.”

And today, while resting sleepily in my lap, you smiled every single time “Chanda Hai Tu” began playing, before suddenly growing still during “Do Dil Mil Rahe Hain,” as though listening carefully to something only you could hear.

Sometimes I look at you and wonder how someone so small can already carry such distinct little preferences, moods, and curiosities.

Slowly, almost quietly, a personality of your own is beginning to emerge before our eyes.

Tonight you sleep peacefully beside us while the house gradually falls silent again.

And I find myself wondering what small new surprise tomorrow morning will bring along with it.