My name is Hiya, Hiya Bagchi. I am 4 years old. I love pink and purple colors very much. I like dresses which have flowers in it. My father say’s my cheeks are pink in color and I have sparkling eyes. I know this means I am a good girl. I am the first child of my parents and I have a younger brother. His name is Navneel Bagchi. He is still small so he sometimes does bad things like snatching whatever I am playing with or hitting me while playing. If I behave well then my hair will grow till my waist. This is what my father has told me. Everybody around me should only love me and I am very beautiful. But still, I do not know why my father sometimes shouts at me. Stops me from doing things that I like.
I was born on 10th November, 2006 at Manipal Hospital, Bangalore. You know I was very small. I used to cry like ‘uann uannn’ when hungry. I did not know how to talk (Because I was small). I was very brave. I was never scared of anything, now I get scared but not that much. We left Bangalore in 2007 as my father took a job at Vadodara, Gujarat.
Then we came to Vadodara. ‘Samrajya Society’. When we came here there were so many kids. There was a beautiful park in front of my house. My parents got one perambulator for me. I had many toys. Many kids used to come to my house and ask ‘Naam kee’ (What’s your Name’. I used to say ‘Hiya’.
Then my first Birthday was celebrated in our house. There was a Puja at my house. Most importantly my Maternal Grandfather and My mother’s uncle came. They bought a tri-cycle for me. I loved that so much. Janu, Manu, Ritu and Riti didi came to my house. We all ate cake. My mother prepared nice food for us. We danced as my father played a song. I was not able to climb stairs then but I never failed to try when I got a opportunity.
I used to play with Riti Didi. She was staying near my house. We used to play a lot. My paternal grand parents came to stay with us after few months. I call my paternal grand mother as ‘Tota’. After couple of months my mother got me my brother. He was very small. I became an elder sister. One thing I did not like is, he was sleeping next to my mother. My mother used to spend a lot of time with him. My mother’s lap was always occupied by him. Then I complained. My father and Tota told me that, he is very small thats why. I complained “I am also very small”. But simehow I got involved in many activities. Being said all that I still loved my younger brother a lot. He was not able to call me ‘Didi’ at that time. He was not able to talk at all. He was small that’s why. Then we went to my maternal grand parent’s house. I call my maternal grand mother as ‘Gudunu’ and my maternal grand father as ‘Kelele’. I have distint name for all, you see.
After returning to Vadodara. I joined ‘EuroKids’ school. I loved the school for first few days but then I was scared to go to school as I was not a ble to understand what they were saying. My father used to take me in bike to school. We used to chase and try to over take other vehicles in front of us. That way we used to reach school and then when I used to see my teacher and school, I used to cry. Gradually I started liking the school. I had done a ‘Monkey’ dance in school annual day. I was looking very pretty. Again after summer vacation in 2009, my father started taking me to another school. It is “Busy Bees”. I loved that scholl a lot. My favorite teachers are there “Tetal” and “Palam” teachers. My parents pronounce there name wrong. They say “Tejal” and “Palak”. But I know I am right. We had lots of fun there.
During summer we went to Tirupati temple. This was a very long pending wish that my parents had. They wished to visit lord balaji before I came to this world.
I had been to Bangalore once in 2009 when we went to Tirupati temple to offer prayers to lord Balaji. One uncle tonsured my head before visiting the temple, I do not know why but I enjoyed that. My brother (whom I call as Babu) cried but I did not cry because I am a good girl.
I am now studying in Navrachana school. My class in Nursery F. My teacher’s name is ‘Priya’ ma`m. Now I have many close friends in school and near my house. In between we were staying in a different house at ‘Amee Society’. I did not like that place as there were no friends. But I love the society where we live now. I have so many friends and there is a beautiful part where I can play with ‘Reejo’ my best friend. I cry a lot, thats what my parents tell me. But what to do, I can not control tears. They just come. But I am stonger than others because I eat everything that my mother gives. Except when I do not like the food much.
6 thoughts on “Pink and Purple”
Thank you baba.
This is a great thought
Daughter’s are always close to their Daddy’s …. Even after several reminders, a father may not be able to understand her wife’s expectations, but he never fails to instinct whether his daughter is fine or not. A father never needs an update or a word to anticipate “what’s going on in her daughter’s mind?”.
You described Hiya’s observations and thoughts very beautifully…. May god bless your daughter with lots of multi-talents and she become proud of you all…. Wonderful article…
Loved learning about your life Hiya, my favourite colour is purple too. Saying hello from Australia.
This is Hiya!!