That’s Malayalam for “Aren’t you my dear child? You’re my sweetie pie, no?” Ever since childhood days, I’ve been hearing these words from my parents, grandparents, uncles and aunts.. Flattering.. Very flattering.. All through school you’re pampered like crazy. Even now when I’m 23 I hear my mum say it over the phone as a conversation-closer, “I’m old enough to get married, mummy!” :P Well, I took these flattering words to heart and they’ve worked like a double-edged sword on me.
I fondly remember the love my father showered on us, the most precious in his eyes. Even as I write this my heart is full of fond memories of those days. Even today his love remains the same. I’m ever grateful. He makes me feel like I’m a queen, born to take over the world. And I’m sure every parent does that.
But on the other hand, this lavish expression of affection towards us kids has this fallout. Every failure that comes your way disappoints you more than it should. A rejection makes you feel like an outcast. You give up even before the battle has begun.
Of course life has its own way of shaking you out of your dreams, your misconceptions. And in those times, you wish you weren’t showered so much love. You wish you were brought up the hard way. You wish you had tasted poverty, defeat, struggle earlier on. But, that is the very beauty of life! Just like there’s no one else who looks like you on earth (Yes, doppelgangers are myths :) ), a different picture is painted with each life..