To my unborn daughter,
You don’t know me now. But you’ll know me after 12 years according to me but after 6 years according to him.
I believe you will be the most beautiful angel who will respect everyone.
I want to tell you somethings.
It’s okay to love pink or black or whatever colour you want to paint the walls of your heart.
It’s your choice baby.
You’ll fall in love with someone’s smile and you’ll cry over the fact that he smiles for someone else.
I did too. And it’s okay, because one day a man will come in your life like your father, who will be the reason for your laughter.
It’s okay to make mistakes but I don’t want you to make mistakes without telling me.
You’re my part and I want to be your part too.
You’ll be whatever you want to be.
You can choose Arts too.
Don’t worry about “Log kya kahege ever”.
I may stop you from wearing that black lipstick when you’re 14,but I’ll gift you one when you’re 18.
I don’t want you to wait for death like I did once. I can’t see you cry like that.
Don’t be afraid of the empty lanes and buses. We will make you learn to kick asses.
You’ll be our kickass princess.
I hope you’ll love me too.
Your mistake partner.
by – @i._.shambhavi
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