I wish I could be like . . .

 Here, we go, the post for the last prompt of the wish list Wednesday. . .

Everything in this world, is an inspiration of some or the other thing.
Taj Mahal -  to be the inspiration for Shah Jahan's to illustrate his love story
The hairstyle we change, to match with Cricket player :)
The action we imitate by seeing a Ranjikanth movie.
Everything is an inspiration.

My inspiration or I wish I could be like my

My Mom - Mom are always special. She is our first teacher. Waiting for us without having a dinner. waking me with a hot cup of tea. Playing with her grand child, sacrificing anything for their child. She did it all with grace. She is a lovely person and a lovely mother to have. I am today only because of her. She is cool and loverly.
There is no doubt, she is the only person who loves us the most without expecting anything in return. I wish when I am a mom, I wanted to be like her.
  
Dad - He is always my hero :)

When I was born, he held my tiny fingers to teach the alphabet. When I am 6 years old, he sung the rhymes along with me. When I am 10, he used to ask me the formulas for (A+B)2 while dropping in school. When I was 18, he just caressed my head and wished "All the best for my graduation"
Rather than saying, he was a perfect dad, I was inspired by the way he was a "PERFECT DAD" at different stages.

I don't believe in another birth, but in case, if it is true, I wanted to be a "dad" for him and my dad to be "my daughter". I am not sure whether I can perform the duties in a perfect way as he did, but at least I will give my best.


My Sister Ramya - Hmm, without her, my childhood might not been colorful. People do say, the younger child are lucky, because they have two mother. The second one is the sister. Its was very true in my case. Right from getting me up ready for school, feeding food, advising at right time. I wish at-least one day, I wanted to be her Elder sister and perfrom her role


Puppy - who licks me everyday to wake me up even before my alarm clock as a sign of "Good morning wish". I would like to cultivate the value of gratitude from my dog

Sanju Kutty( 5 year old) - Who gave half of his chocolate and a kiss on my cheek. Does the love and kiss of a child gives so much happiness and exicetment? If so, I would like to be that kid.

Auto Driver - The auto driver who was so geniue and got my salute for being not demanding extra meter fare, Night fare, return fare.. bla bla (At least blore ppl should be aware of this one)

Farmer - Because of you, we are taste food. Without you, there is no world.

Instead of being just one person, I would like to learn or be like that person who teaches me a good thing.good activity in some or the other way

Longing: The Desire to Hold His Hand

"One Bangalore," I blurted out, offering the money to the bus conductor.

"Right now, you are in Bangalore," the conductor muttered, giving me a strange look as he handed the money back.

"Oops, One Erode," I said, feeling embarrassed. The conductor accepted the fare and gave me a thorough once-over.

This was the day I had been eagerly awaiting for the past ten months. My excitement was overpowering, and I couldn't contain myself. I kept checking my watch every minute.

"What time will we reach Erode?" I asked the conductor for the 25th time, testing his patience.

"The arrival time doesn't change just because you keep asking," he replied, slightly annoyed. I grinned at the conductor and began daydreaming about the person I was going to meet during this five-hour journey.

After ten months of anticipation, I was finally going to see him. I had no idea what he looked like.

"Is he thin or fat? Fair or dark? Does he have curly or straight hair?" I pondered, clueless. We had spoken many times, but his responses were always evasive.

"How should I start? Should I greet him with a smile? Or should I go straight for a conversation and offer him a kiss on the forehead?" I rehearsed various scenarios in my head. But my plans were shattered when I actually met him.

There he was, right before my eyes. But his beauty left me speechless. I couldn't utter a single word. He was so incredibly cute that I had never seen like him in my entire life.

♣♣♣

"Erode, Erode," someone tapped my shoulder, bringing me back to reality. I woke up and realized it had all been a dream. I thanked the conductor and hurried to the hospital.

♣♣♣

The nurse at the reception was dozing off.

"Hello, Ramya and Thangaprakash. Which room are they in?" I asked the nurse.

"Go straight and take a left. It's the third room," she replied, half-asleep.

I dashed towards the room, shouting a quick "Thank you" to the nurse.

"Shhh, Silence Please," the duty nurse warned, pointing to a wallpaper featuring a child with its finger on its lips. I smiled at her and rushed inside the room.

The baby was peacefully sleeping in the cradle, and in my excitement, I accidentally threw my slippers aside.

As I approached the cradle, someone tugged at my hair and pulled me towards the exit. It was my aunt.

"Why? Let me see the baby," I pleaded.

"You're one day late. So, you're not supposed to see the baby," she teased, continuing her leg-pulling games. But my eyes remained fixated on the cradle.

"Please, Auntie. Let me have a look," I implored.

Upon seeing the earnestness on my face, she released her grip on my hair. I tried to make another rush towards the baby, but my mother blocked my way.

"What now? Let me see him. I've been waiting for almost 8 hours," I pleaded.

"First, go wash your hands, legs, and face with soap, and then you can approach the baby," my mom instructed.

I hurriedly rushed to the bathroom, washed my face and hands at lightning speed, and headed back towards the baby, hoping no one would stop me this time.

But my uncle intercepted me, asking, "What's your age?"

"Seriously, now? Please, uncle, let me see him," I begged.

"You're grown up. Can't you wash your hands properly?" he chided, pointing at the soap bubbles still lingering on my hands.

"Go and wash them again," he insisted.

I complied, but instead of heading towards the bathroom, I found myself drawn towards the baby. However, my dad quickly grabbed my hand and firmly guided me towards the bathroom, instructing me to wash my hands.

Reluctantly, I went back to the bathroom and washed my hands again, praying to encounter no more obstacles. When I finally approached the cradle, my sister called out, "Make sure you wipe your hands with a towel. We don't want the baby to feel cold."

Impatient to see him, I couldn't waste a second searching for a towel. I hurried over to my mom, quickly wiped my hands on her saree, and made my way towards the baby.

"Kuttyyyyyy," I whispered with excitement.

The baby responded with a gentle wriggle. Everyone in the room shot me a stern look, silently warning me not to disturb the peace. I approached the cradle and gazed at the baby. He lay there, pink and delicate, soundly asleep with his tiny eyes closed.

I reached out my finger, delicately caressing the palm of his tiny hand. To my surprise, he grasped my finger tightly. My heart skipped a beat. What warmth and tenderness! His hands were softer than lotus petals or butterfly wings.I was filled with a deep sense of love and connection. The wait and anticipation had finally paid off, and I knew that this beautiful baby would forever hold a special place in my heart.

I wished I could touch that tiny, pink, soft hand once again...