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Love At First Sight!

I never believed in love at first sight.  But knew would meet him some day. So when the age,  the stars and the need was all there I thought I will be prepared for the formalities. But when my mom, suddenly having realised that an emergency action needed to be taken as time was slipping away, actually said,  "It's time!", I could feel my heart throbbing. LOUDLY.

How would he be.  Will he like me. How exactly will the first meeting be. My head was teeming with anticipation. It was with butterflies in my stomach that I was ushered in to the meeting place.

His side was very particular about him and hence ensured that I was qualified and well groomed enough to be ready for him. After the initial formal info exchange and ensuring that I was 'clean' enough, I was led to the room where we were supposed to meet.

He was already there. In pristine whites and a blue blazer. A sister introduced us. He had small but gorgeous black eyes and a serene face. Too fair. Scanty hair (!)..this was bound to raise questions about the looks!! Less hair all over...even the brows were minimal. But hey! He had hair even on his forehead!! Freckles all over as well!

What I thought about him?  He looked damn cute. I was struck. But what mesmerised me was the way he looked at me,  sleepily.
The whole world suddenly stopped existing.It never felt this wonderful. It was love at first sight! I guess only the wings and a halo were missing!

I was overjoyed when I was told I could hug him and feed him!! Even though this was a first the memory would reign forever.

The wait was worth every second of it.  It was absolutely love at first sight the moment I saw my new born, my son, all wrapped up and waiting to be fed. I have been in love with him ever since!

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  1. Hari-S-MaheshMay 22, 2019 at 8:12 PM

    Very nice..give a different angle of how a mom meets her kid for the first time...

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