Happiest Birthday My Babyboo 🤗😍🤗👶😍
Love u soooooo muchhhhh mera bachha
The journey from the day I first touched you till now has being the best phase of my life.
You have turned my life into the happiest, the way u look at me aaahhhh 😍😍😍 makes me feel loved. The way u call me n say * Dida bas jaldi se ghar aa jao* makes me feel wanted n missed by someone in this world. Ur hugs are the best the way u run towards me seeing at the doorsteps n jump onto me as quickly possible aaahhhh those tight hugs 🤗 makes me feel that u misses me badly. Ur only demand is me to come that very moment when u call me crying makes me cry even more.
I know u still aren't big enough to be able to read n understand each n every word n emotions behind this post but I wish someday u would. Wish I could make u understand how much I love u babyboo.💋💋
U knw what u look the best when u complain to me that y I am calling u by the name in your passport n order me to call u SHUBHU n yes let me tell u when everyone calls me shubhu I smile coz ur cute complaining face flashes information of my eye. U r the best brother my jaan seriously coz ur presence in my life makes me feel like a mother n u will be my first kid my shubhu. I wish I could explain the feeling when I see u cry those tears kill me each second just like a mother. Love u dher sara betu I know u r sleeping information of u right now but still missing u Hppiest Birthday love 😘😘😘😘❤️❤️❤️❤️
- Proud sister
Life is built around what we see, hear, smell, touch (fingertips) and taste. Basic, if you’re looking at it from a logical point of view. Perspective has a way of keeping us chained to reality. What is here and what isn't. Now there are moments, moments so minimal and so grand in a much bigger scale than our words are unable to express it. There’s one in particular mistirius thing abouth us two... We share same fingerprints and again, today, I can't find words trying to define it or it's magic. I stumbled upon this vison when I saw my mind collide against yours, and so I found myself gripping to this truth, the way a newborn clings to a mother’s fingertip for the first time. I felt my skin rise. I heard my chest stump. I caught a scent and taste of what love must be like. I felt it... Right there, between the tips of my fingers and the spaces separating you from me. Even when I read a book or watch a movie, the first few chapters, first few scenes, it’s all a slow build up until I've reached the climax and turning point of the story... I think abouth us or you and again and again and I unknowingly try to connect you timeafter time. But time spend with you is always special. My mind chuckles, and suddenly all these thoughts bouncing around the walls of my head fade out. Fast becomes slow. Hard becomes soft. Dark becomes light. And heart , heart becomes the only thing I feel at this point. It's all because of your heartbeat near me. Sometimes in my mind, sometimes because of your presence, and sometimes in our quick hugs, but although I can feel you in a much deeper level. You and I are chained to our world. I am yours, you are mine. Little more, never less than the day before, but everyday with a new relisation. You're tattooed on the left side of my chest.