The Day You Arrived
Dear Meera, You won’t remember it — how could you? But I hope someday you’ll read this and feel it. You were barely minutes old, still learning to breathe air. I stood there, frozen, watching the nurses clean you up, and I whispered your name under my breath like a prayer: Meera. I had waited months to meet you, dreamt about this exact moment. But nothing — absolutely nothing — could have prepared me for how it felt to finally hold you. ...