Dear Pukumar uncle, Surkumar uncle and gang,
I finally arrived 14 days back. I am at my Didun’s place with my ma and your silly friend. Right now I just did my 19th potty. Eight more to go. Btw I do only 4 things; potty, susu, sleeping and drinking mom’s milk. But I sleep only in daytime so that my ma and your stupid friend are awake in the night when I cry-sorry, that will be my fifth and most favorite activity.

I also do some more things like trying to chew my thumbs, increasing my crying when I am transferred to my pop’s lap and sometimes trying to fly out of my clothes. I don’t like that silly blanket which is very warm but I can’t move my hands because of that. You see that’s very unfair to my rights.

I also go out in sun with my dad. But my silly pop sometime will let the sun fall on my eyes. That’s disgusting. But on the whole I like it. That poor guy is at least trying, you know.

My mom calls me “Buzhan” (which dad found out is a place in Iran). She calls me by some other names which for sure don’t have any meanings. My Dadu wants my name to be Akash. My doctor uncle wants it to be Akashnil because he thinks if I become a prof one day, students can tell that they are going to ANB’s class which he thinks is sexy.

My dad’s friends want me to be a volleyball player. But my dad first wants to teach me swimming in the Ganges. But I want to be like Calvin as Malai uncle wishes. And one more thing, you can give all my birthday bumps to Aloo uncle because fortunately we are born on the same day.

Anyway this is already a long mail. Hope to see you guys soon.
Cheers!!
+ Puchu

P.S. - Taran uncle came to see me. My other relatives were talking about his big black pug and his biggER tummy for sometime. He has promised his the Superman T-shirt (dhula hua) for my 1st birthday.