...Emotional She,

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Today I saw myself

reflected in your eyes—

the way feelings arrive

all at once,

too big for the body,

too honest for armor.

You feel deeply,

the way oceans do not apologize for their tides.

And when I recognized that truth in you,

my chest tightened—

not from doubt,

but from knowing how sharp

the world can be

to soft things.

This world loves loud strength,

thick skin,

carefully measured hearts.

It does not always know

what to do

with children who feel

everything.

I almost cried,

not because you are fragile,

but because you are not.

Because I know how much courage

it takes

to stay open

when life teaches you

to close.

Jihaana,

if you carry my emotions,

know this too:

they are not a curse.

They are the reason we notice beauty,

the reason we love without shortcuts,

the reason we refuse to become cruel

just to survive.

The world may try to harden you.

I will teach you instead

how to protect your softness

without losing it.

And if you ever ache

the way I do,

remember—

even in a cruel world,

it is hearts like yours

that quietly keep it human.

_keyur_everything

...When Jihaana Cried,

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Just a tiny fall, a little slip,

A stumble in her playful trip,

But the sky inside my chest turned gray

When Jihaana cried for the very first day.

Her trembling lips, her eyes so wet,

A sound I will never, ever forget.

Before her tears could reach the ground,

Keyur was there at the speed of sound.

I held her close, her fear so small,

Yet large enough to conquer all.

Her voice, that usually laughed so free,

Now softly called the world through me.

“Daddy…” she sobbed, and time stood still,

My world cracked open against my will.

And though she used to call me *Bholu* with joy,

Her pain turned the father in me to a helpless boy.

Her tear soaked lightly into my shirt,

And I shattered seeing her tiny hurt.

For the first time she cried in pain,

And Keyur’s heart cried just the same.

How strange that love can ache so deep,

For every bruise she’ll ever keep.

If only life could choose instead—

Let every wound be mine instead.

But then her crying slowly eased,

Her gentle smile returned, released,

And suddenly the day felt light—

Her laugh became my second sight.

Yet deep within I always know:

Every tear she sheds will overflow.

From her first fall to dreams she’ll chase,

Keyur will stand—her lifelong place.