I have my exams still going on, but today I got to post a Birthday-post for my cutest, sweetest, bestest friend (or you say address him as my baby), Jimmy. I can utterly remember the day when we brought him home. He was a little 2-months-old baby and it was really very exciting for me and my sister to handle him, to take care of him and cuddle him and so on. My parents gave us the responsibilities. We took it more like a fun than a responsibility. I think when you are in love with someone, it goes that way. You don’t have to be instructed always. It’s your spontaneous love that turns into caring and other important responsibilities. We found it really fun to work as a team and I can say it was my first step towards maturity. I was handling Jimmy as my own child. At the age of ten, it seems unusual but true.
|A nice click by me, I guess!|
|My sleeping beauty!!|
|With specs, looking like a Rocket-Scientist!!|
It’s almost been 12 years but it still feels the same. My love for him grew more and more, and it has become impossible for me to live without him. When I have to stay out of home, I feel incomplete. I need him in every situation, every day. I like how he looks at me, how he wants something from me, how he cares for me, how he pulls my hands to cuddle him. They are just some unforgettable memories that I can’t leave behind. I love him so much. I need him more than he needs me!