Happy Birthday, dearest Ananya
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAREST ANANYA! Dear, dear Ananya, happy birthday to you, Let me just write a note, to give you, little girl, your due! With three sisters and one brother, the youngest one you are, So much dances within you, the wittiest one by far! When you were only in your terrible twos, A plump little soul, a baby tyrant to your shoes, You brought the roof down on your poor mother’s head, Dada, of course, took it in his stride, and played cricket instead! Gopi Valiachan paid you a visit, and came back with tales galore, Of the brat you were, all the tantrums and the lying on the floor. One time you positioned bright hair clips on his head, The only brave soul going where angels fear to tread! We remembered your Oppa, who had been as good as gold, Shook our heads sagely; this one would be a handful to mould! Then one fine day, the wind changed, and so did you, The brat in you disappeared, and no one had a clue. The house turned silent, as the tantrums ceased, Your parent...