My Beloved Daughter
My daughter is my only child. I love her sooo much. She is my everything. Ever since she was born my only goal was to bring her up right. Today, she is a grown up woman. And I am proud to say that she is everything I wanted her to be. She is now a daughter, a wife, a mother, and a scholar. She is performing her role in every department very well. At the same time she is enjoying her own life. She is a fun loving person. While juggling with all her responsibilities on a given day, she finds time to do what she likes to do. For example, very recently, while giving birth to her second son by C-section, she took permission from the attending doctors and listened to her favorite Bollywood film songs downloaded on her iPod during the entire time when the doctors were operating on her!
Though my daughter is a grown up woman now, to me she is still a kid. I sometimes worry whether she is eating right or whether she is sleeping enough number of hours! I still remember vividly the day she was born. The day she came home from the maternity hospital, I remember having said to my wife that we were only two persons when she was going to the hospital to deliver the baby, and that now our family size had permanently increased to three. It felt amazing.
The whole purpose of this scrapbook is to preserve memories. So I shall use in this section, a number of pictures of my daughter, each of which has some kind of special memory attached to it. I wish I could use hundreds more. But that is not practical in a Web site. I also know that since I am going to use about twenty pictures of my daughter on this page, the page will be slow to load. The normal procedure is to use only thumbnails in such cases and hyperlink each thumbnail to the larger picture. But I simply did not want to use thumbnails of my daughters pictures. They are so boring! (Hey, it is my scrapbook. I shall do whatever I want to do.)
For the sake of her privacy, I cannot disclose my daughter's real name here. So I shall just call her Mim Mim.

3-month old Mim Mim in her mother's arms.

Photo credit: Dipankar Sen
Mim Mim ceremonially feeding her cousin brother a rosogolla (famous Bengali sweet) on Bhai Phonta day (when sisters pray to God for their brothers' long life). Notice how Mim Mim's own mouth is wide open!

At this age Mim Mim was very naughty and very interesting. Look at the mischievous smile on her face.

Mim Mim reciting a poem in a function in her elementary school in Kolkata (Calcutta).

Mim Mim in India soon before immigrating to USA.

Mim Mim started schooling from 7th grade in USA. In a couple of years she graduated from Junior High School and she was the class valedictorian! In this picture, Mim Mim is posing with her two close friends, Gabriella (left) and Samantha (right) on the graduation day.

This picture was taken when Mim Mim was attending High School. Here she is sitting on the window sill of her room.

Mim Mim now has a driver's license!

After graduating from high school Mim Mim went to Harvard.

Mim Mim (in blue shirt) sitting on the steps of a temple in Nepal with two of her cousin sisters.

Is this Moghul Emperor Shah Jehan's beloved wife Mumtaz?

Mim Mim looks pretty in red shirt.
More fashion photos of Mim Mim in the form of an automatic slideshow can be seen here.

Perming hair was the in thing at this time.

Mim Mim practicing Indian dance for a show at home.

This is Mim Mim when at graduate school.

This is Mim Mim around the time when she got married. She got married while in grad school. This picture was taken in Istanbul. She looks really happy.

This is how Mim Mim looked on her marriage reception day in 1995.

End of formal education. Yale has given her the highest degree the university has to offer!

Another happy face of Mim Mim. This picture was taken around the time when she was to start her career. The picture was taken in Pakistan.

This is Mim Mim in 2002 with her two children. Today (in April, 2005) Mim Mim is a mother of three wonderful children.
Mim Mim has given me everything I expected from her. God bless her.
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