Who is this man taking my picture? Doesn’t he know that flash isn’t good for newly borns? Why doesn’t he listen to my mother? “Don’t touch my mother, I say!”

I woke up with a start when it started getting cold, and then realized my mother had got up. Didn’t know where she had gone so started crying. In case you didn’t know…I can only see up to 1-2 meters….everything else beyond that is a blur.

I did catch a glimpse of my father late last evening – one short, dark guy. With a big nose and unkempt hair (luckily I am not talking of the nose hair). For a long time, he kept telling my mom that I was way too delicate and he can’t lift me. I was upset and happy at the same time – happy because I didn’t want to go to that short, dark man and upset because he didn’t think I was strong.

All I need is some time in the gym…why don’t people understand that.

Later in the evening, Nisha came. Apparently Nisha used to be my mother’s classmate in college. Nisha found me really cute and…and for a moment I was scared that I would be sent away with her. Later, was glad to know when I over heard my mom ask Nisha: “So, how are your two kids doing?”

Savithri aunty, Lakshmi Kutty aunty, Raji aunty and Divya sister came to see me today. They were might excited to see me…but I couldn’t see them well.

With too much action in a single day, I fell asleep when Divya sister sang my first lullaby in this World.

*I have some concerns with feeding. I need to speak to my mother tomorrow.

Thats me on day one. Notice the peace, the tranquility. Also notice the band on my hand saying "Rekha Rajan's daughter."

Like all big shots before me…Sri Krishna, Jesus etc…I was also born at 12 noon. The day was March 29, 2007. Unlike Sri Krishna & Jesus I didn’t get cool handyman as a father…my father was neither a carpenter nor a shepherd. More on this later.

My father might not be a cool handyman, but he definitely is stupid. I have such pretty features…but he had to remove my dress to find out if I was a boy or a girl.

From a loud nurse, I came to know that I was at St Martin De Porres Hospital in Cherukunnu, Kannur, Kerala. The same nurse also started announcing to the World (gosh! How much I hate these loud mouths) that I was 3.5 Kgs heavy and 50 cms long.

I think I am a little over weight for my height…maybe I should watch my diet over the next couple of months.

My mother is really pretty. I see a lot of love in her eyes…and she cries every time I look into her eyes. Wonder why?

Today my mom looked at my fingers (which are missing nail polish!) and said: “Rhea, did you know…you have long artistic fingers.”

I replied with a polite, “Thank you,” but wonder if she heard it.