Every single time that I have handled his camera, I have received innumerable instructions.He is a talented photographer with the usual battery of equipemnt

"Handle it carefully", "Don't drop it" ..The list is endless. And to imagine that I have gifted him his favorite cameras, lenses et all. He knows the love, saving every single penny so that he can indulge in that one passion that drives him. Of course I cant blame him for giving me those instructions, I am "Vendhali". Cannot find an exact word to convey the true meaning in english.I am the one who will usually stumble, fall, jump, basically do everything possible to have anything and everything around me come crashing down

So anyways, I always tease him that his materialistic nature wins over my true love. etc etc. Some gyaan and he nonchalantly says yes anyday :nottalking:

So on a bright Sunday morning yesterday as I was literally neck deep in my "Hindu", I hear some instructions. No no, not like the ones given to me. The tone is sweet honey and sugar coated. He is instructing our 4year old monkey (girl - in case you want to know if its a male or a female monkey :winking: ). She is happily holding one of his cameras, super confident pose. He in turn is telling her how to focus etc. This sight is enough for me to throw away my paper. What on earth is this?

I decide that this party will continue without me, so I immediately jump in. I am made to pose and blurry photos are clicked by the monkey. Finally I start humming "Accha Sila diya tune mere pyaar ka" loudly for him to register the enormity of this. Of his betrayal.To which I am brushed aside, dismissed away and on they go with their photography tutorial. I tell you the feeling

And I realize that this is love, pure unadulterated love for a child. The love which makes you move mountains for that piece of your heart. In our case the love which makes you handover your most prized possession in a blink. Because for him nothing matters, what matters is that tiny being and her happiness. I am so so jealous

I finally manage to click them together, he helping her with the camera.

I Instagram it instantly. Too precious a moment to miss. I was always a stranger to this love. This unconditional, breaks your heart love. All that I want is to hold on to this

I love him as her Baba more than anything in the world. I love him less as my friend, lover, husband but I love him as Baba -the most.

P.S -My natural writing language is English, but I love to read Marathi and I write quiet ok too. Will start writing in Marathi gradually. Will reach there -one step at a time :)