56\/100. Meet Taaraaksh. My nephew. Two times over. The three -month-old son of two of my bestest friends. <\/p>\n
Taaru’s daddy is my teacher, friend, brother. Taaru’s mommy is my teacher, friend and sister as well. I don’t know if I am bua to Taaru or maasi to him. All I know is that he is brother to my son. And that I will always be there for him, be whatever he needs me to be, come what may.
\nBecause, family is not only in the blood. It’s in the heart. <\/p>\n
Ten stolen minutes between office and home were enough for a quick cuddle and an even quicker photoshoot because I just happened to be wearing a saree. Come to think of it, this green and maroon Narayanpet had been given to me by a branch of the family when my father-in-law passed away as a gesture of support. The gesture was just that – a ritual and a custom that stayed limited to that gesture. No worries there, that is but the way it is.<\/p>\n
What is interesting is that the saree was given by family when we experienced a loss – as a token. But, it is being archived for the pact as a celebration of precious new life. And of friends who are actual family.<\/p>\n
And in the meantime, Taaru baby completed three whole months! ? <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
56\/100. Meet Taaraaksh. My nephew. Two times over. The three -month-old son of two of my bestest friends. Taaru’s daddy is my teacher, friend, brother. Taaru’s mommy is my teacher, friend and sister as well. I don’t know if I am bua to Taaru or maasi to him. All I know is that he is…<\/p>\n