Whenever I am reading celebrity interviews (although I strongly believe that more than half of the people flashing their best smiles or other assets on cover page of glossies don't deserve to be called that, but to indulge them and move on quickly to the point I'm trying to raise, let's call them celebs), I begin to imagine how I would have answered those witty, straight, sharp or philosophical questions and I often end up paying more attention to the questions than to the highly diplomatic or dramatised answers of the 'stars'. But one question always leaves me at a loss of words or thoughts.
Q: What is the high point in your life?
By this terminology, I believe they mean the time when a person has felt best. Now, at 22, I used to think I had seen life and its ups and downs. That I had seen, if not experienced, all varieties of joy and pain. And after careful analysis of my past diaries and racking my mind for a suitable memory or incident which could fit the bill, when I still came up with a blank expression, or at best a shrug, to that question I surmised that it isn't really necessary to have a high point. Maybe soft slopes are all I will have in my life and never a 'high point'.
Well, that was till 15 days back. On the night of June 1, 2012, my high point came in the world batting her eyes at me like a little white alien. Meow had arrived.
Nothing has given me such indescribable joy than seeing this tiny life which shifted the axis of life for atleast 8 people. Although I can't claim any biological right on her but if you ask me now whom I adore the most in this whole wide universe, I won't take a second to take her name. My sister, this angel's mother, might never have meant so much to me (and that is something to say because I love her like I love my right hand!) like this new comer does withing seconds of her arrival. I still spend nights flipping through her pictures, laughing out loud at some of her expressions or shedding a tear or two of joy looking at her cherubic face, the peace emanating from this serene being and the tiny fragile looking fingers which hold your finger tightly with unconditional trust.
With Meow, my life feels complete and as she blossoms, my joy would multiply. Like a friend of mine beautifully said, my world revolves around this baby girl who had been a stranger 20 days back. I'll change my priorities for this little bundle of joy who wouldn't even talk to me for almost a year!
Meow is the beginning of many high points in my life.
