Recur.

Aarti seems to have taken after me on many fronts, except loving food of course (and her dainty frame explains why) And one of the many fronts that she has taken after me, is the love for music and the want to listen to some favourites on repeat. The song Turtle Dove, for some weird, unknown reason makes her very calm and meditative. She can be in her worst "I am going to throw a tempest like tantrum" mood and Turtle dove can make her take and about turn to " I am the sweetest, most manageable toddler walking on the earth" mood.

Just a few hours ago, she lulled herself to sleep in the over sized leather rocker listening to Turtle dove playing in BOSE lifestyle. I had a break clearing up the kitchen and doing the dishes. The moment I popped the CD into the player , her tender face wore the expression of eternal bliss and she could care less about cuddling, reading a book or listening to a story like she normally does before going to sleep.



Fare thee well my dear I must be gone

And leave you for a while

Though I roam away I'll come back again

Though I roam 10 thousand miles,

My dear Though I roam 10 thousand miles....



A see a personality, a little person with a big signature of who she is and what she likes and dislikes. Love for music, love for lip balm, nail polish, flowers, babies, black olives, aquariums, gold fish, french fries, apple wedges, curd rice, sunshine, outdoors and the list goes on.

More than all these things, the one thing that surprises me is her love for freedom, for individuality. No matter how clingy she gets when she needs me, she always tries to tackle her little chores and cares all by herself, independently.
Now I am not sure where she inherited that from - probably form her dad or her maternal aunts, definitely not from Mom.

Things seem to play in repeat here in our household, from music to blog entries, Love repeats itself - sometimes in the form of an English folk song and sometimes donning the costumes of words, love revolves around repeats - recurs that only get sweeter with every time they circle infinitely in the loops of life.






















Fare thee well my dear I must be gone

And leave you for a while

Though I roam away I'll come back again

Though I roam 10 thousand miles, My dear

Though I roam 10 thousand miles