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A guy who changed me completely


One look at him and I knew I would never ever be the same again. He stirred in me emotions so raw, it hurt to even tear away my thoughts. He evoked in me, a love so strong, a love that legends are made of. When I was with him, nothing else mattered at all—not even my husband. I simply did not care. I was delirious with joy, mad with happiness. If insanity was fire, I was happy to burn in it.

The early years with him were the most memorable. He changed me in ways I never thought possible. I juggled everything around his schedule, just so I could be with him, his every waking hour. I cooked, I cleaned and did all my mundane chores during the time he was occupied, so that anytime he beckoned I could rush to him. Heck, I even  stayed at home, just so I could squeeze in those extra moments with him. I changed my entire life to suit his.

My husband learnt to slowly accept what he meant to me. He saw how happy it made me.

 It has been fourteen years now and the relationship has evolved. He is sometimes my best friend, sometimes my worst critic. He has an opinion on anything I do. There are times when I am so frustrated that I yell at him and wish he would vanish.


But that is more easily said. He has far too much power over me.


You see, he is not just the person who changed me completely,he is also my son.

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  1. Atul is really lucky to have you dear Super mom... and you are even more luckier to have this super son... wishing both of you many many many more wonderdul Mama - beta moments in life ..

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  2. This post was just so "awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" :):):)

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  3. such sweet lines....for son!!! wow
    luvd it

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  4. such beautiful lines for son....luvd it!!!!
    really sons are precious too....

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  5. Could so relate to every word in this....but the most important one of all, and the most hard hitting...is the one where youve said " He has far too much power over me."...We moms just become play dough in their hands...and its so comforting actually.
    Loved the way youve written this...its so filled with love..
    love it

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  6. Awesome one Preeti.. Love the way you have described it.. your son is indeed lucky!!

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  7. speechless....!!!!! God bless u both!!!!

    Love
    Gayu

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  8. Super mom and super son duo will rock in this new yr and ever and ever. Really madam u both are very lucky to have each other with u.

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  9. so touching,got tears in my eyes, i also have a son who makes me feel contended even though he has all the power to rule over me at meagre age of 5.

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  10. Ya, really touchy, got tears in my eyes.Even i have a son who makes me feel contended even after having all the powers to rule over me at meagre age of 5 :):):)

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  11. you know the magic to roll our a tear from eye and then roll back it,and change that into a smile and shine in the eyes...good work preeti.. love n prayers...God bless you

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  12. awesomeness..!! :)

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  13. All I can say is: :-) *imagine an ear to ear smile*

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  14. Childrens are God's angels.Wish you enjoy every bit of moment in ur relationship.

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  15. Aww....he's a very lucky son...and you are a very lucky mom!

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  16. Wonderfully said Preeti. Not many can say it as well as you do. I'm sure A is going around with a smile if he has read this post.

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  17. Beautifully expressed....awwwwwwwwwww :)! Hugz!

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  18. A touching post..thanks Preethi..

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  19. A touching post..thanks Preethi..

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  20. Beautiful... I've read a similar story(candy) that you wrote about your dad.. That moved me more. This is indeed beautiful..

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  21. You have written exactly, EXACTLY how I feel. My first-born changed my life totally, thoroughly and unexpectedly too.

    Beautifully written, Preeti -- short, succinct and perfect.

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  22. This post is so much like the first chapter of your book '34 bubble-gums and candies', which I finished reading yesterday.. And I have to tell you, I have never read a more lighthearted yet profound book.. :)

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  23. :):) I love it when parents are expressive about their love for the child. Sometimes its nice to know:P
    Nice lines:) Beautifully written.

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  24. wow so nic...heart touching..

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  25. sometimes we cant express in words we we actually feel,,bt after reading you noval and this blog.. it great to read you .. lots of love :) :)

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  26. As soon as I read the title I knew it was about your son.
    True feelings indeed.
    Amazing how we can change our life completely for our babies.

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  27. Horizon: yeah u know me well ;-)

    Csvikas: thank u so much :)

    manishankar: Thanks a lot :)

    Aishwarya: Oh my children get to hear it a hundreds times and I too get to hear it a hundred times--daily! :)

    Neha: yes--written in the same style but 34 b and c was written four years back! :)

    Mamma mia: thanks a lot!

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  28. Abhijit: yes written in the same style :) Thank you :)

    Aswathi:Thanks!

    Shachi: <3 <3 :)

    Ramesh: Thank you.This piece was supposed to be for Grazia mag ( feb issue). But now have written another piece for them so published this here.

    caterpillar: I think all parents and their children are lucky!

    Paarul: yeah--sometimes they are devils too :P

    Sucheta: imagined :D and now I am grinning too :)

    Gayathri: Thank U!! :)

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  29. Gamathepiscop: What an unusual name! Thank you so very much!

    Shivali: Wait till he he 14! :D

    Swagatika: I think all of us who has somebody who loves us is indeed lucky! Just that I am able to express it in my writing :) Thanks!

    Gayu:Thaaaank you :)

    Jaanaki: Thank you!! :)

    Ayesha: Where? :P :D Just kidding :) thank you so much :)

    Prats: :-*

    Pearl: So are all those who love us unconditionally! Thanks!

    Akanksha: thank you!

    Rajashree: You and amy are very lucky too! :) Thank u :)

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