A gift called life

My parents gave me a precious gift in the form of life. Your appa and me have passed on the gift to you both. To a large extent we,  as parents are apprehensive of whether you will like this life that we have given you or not.  We want to make our gift better and better for you.  We want you to enjoy it to the fullest extent.  We want you to learn to play along with all the fellow players who come into your arena. We want to fill in courage and strength in you to fight the rough times,  we want to infuse a mindset to enjoy the little things,  to spread happiness to everyone and remain happy throughout this wonderful journey called 'life'.  
Our companions in this journey are not always agreeable. You may be forced into situations where you have to put up with those whose frequencies don't match with yours.  But remember, many times life gives us tests to learn a lot of lessons just to make us better.  The quicker we learn,  the easier will our life be.  It is just a matter of small,  tiny changes.  Only very very few people really matter to us.  For you children,  I think only you both and we should matter. Trust that we are always together.  Be it good or bad,  whether you win or lose,  we are always with you.  
We can give happiness to others in a lot of ways.  Just few nicer words,  a prompt reply,  remaining silent when you are about to show off your anger,  a simple 'good morning/good night' wish, go a long way in all relationships.  Once your relationships with people are well maintained,  life will be much much easier. It doesn't mean that you have to listen to everything  that anyone says. We are lucky that we have so many guardian angels around us in the form of your grandparents. We always resort to them when we are in trouble. Probably it is because of their constant prayers and well wishes that things are working well for us. I remember how your ajja used to wake up all night to lull you to sleep,  how ajji and ammamma adored Shreya when your were born,  reluctant to give you even to me,  how ajjayya was tensed till he handed over all of us to appa in Nepal.  I cant forget how ajji has taken care of Shreya when I was carrying Rishikesh,  how ajja and ajji stayed apart for nearly 9 months only to look after Shreya while Rishi was born.  But for ajjayya and ammamma,  appa wouldnt have gone to Ahmedabad for further studies. Just because they were ready to come to look after us,  appa confidently left you both and me into their hands and went to Ahmedabad.  I still remember how ajjayya used to do all circuses just to feed Shreya,  more than he does for Georgie now. I should have recorded how ammamma would crawl behind Rishi's steps when he first learnt to walk just to make sure he doesnt fall. 
All four of your grandparents have made lot of sacrifices for your sake. Of course,  they are stubborn at times,  they irritate you with their constant advices, they want you to eat well,  sleep well and stay healthy.  They may be having their preferences. Ajjayya and ammamma are not used to girl child,  they dont know that girls are crazy in their own way.  Ajji and ajja dont know about boy child because they didnt have one.  They are old and have forgotten about rearing children because their kids are long grown up. They belong to a generation where money was scarce,  luxuries limited and technology was least. It is hard to change them. 
Whatever said and done,  they have gifted a beautiful life to us and we have gifted it to you. All it takes to make them happy is few good words. Do it so that they remain happy. No need to let them emotionally blackmail you as they are good at it. Be a little nice to them and make them understand. Ignore things that they say which you dont like. Their source of knowledge about current generation is less. If they dont understand,  well,  it is their problem. You cant do anything. Leave it. 
Staying away from you,  just felt like telling it to you both.  You are the best children in the whole universe.  I was reading a book on sharing love and how it makes you larger than life.  Forgiving,  uttering a few kind words and having patience are few forms of showing and spreading love.  Cherish the life and people you have got around you.  Enjoy your days with your loving grandparents.  Make the most of the time you have with them.  

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