One winter morning, I was sleeping under a cozy blanket feeling the warmth of it. From far away, I heard a sweet mesmerizing voice saying "Kanna, get up, it is already 9 AM". A bright smile appeared on my face when I heard that voice. Though I woke up, I didn't feel like getting up from the bed. I was feeling so lazy to get up. After all, that was a Saturday morning, I had no hurry to get up and get ready for office. After a hectic week schedule, I wanted to go easy on weekends, especially mornings.
Heard a buzz from my mobile, that was a WhatsApp video message alert. I opened it and saw a forward of a mother pampering a baby girl. I started thinking about my childhood days. My parents were very strict and I never got any pampering or pet name. I used to witness my neighbours being called with pet names and getting lot of pampering. I have not seen anything of such kind happening to me or my brother (younger). One satisfaction was that it was not due to my gender. That itself was such a relief for me.
Days went by, I finished my studies, got a job and got married. When Rohit was born, I realized that I didn't even know how I should pamper him. I used copy from MIL and my husband. Over the period of time, I learnt to pamper him. Years went by, learnt many things in life, switched companies, met many new people, handled critical situations, attained certain height in professional and personal life. Despite all these, one thing which was haunting me was the fact that I was not pampered.
One can be independent and strong, but the child in them will surely long for something which they were deprived of. I started understanding that I had this longing for not being pampered. That's when I thought about pampering my own self. When you lack internal motivation, you seek external motivation. On contrary, when you lack external pampering, you can always seek internal pampering.
While I thinking about these, the same mesmerizing voice called me again, "Ammu, get up, have breakfast, it's already late". I know that I cannot laze around anymore. So I got up with full happiness to face the new day.
Wondering whose voice is that. It is none other than my own soul. Each time my alarm goes on, I have wired my mind to think that I am being pampered. My soul keeps talking to me throughout the day, I receive a lot of pampering. In fact I am overwhelmed by the pampering which receive from my soul. Life is beautiful. I have my own dreamland, where I am an unquestioned queen. Only 2 of us live in that dreamland, me and my soul.
Till I meet you in the next blog, its me A̶m̶m̶u̶, Kavitha signing off. Stay safe and be happy.
