The days of holding hands #WordlessWednesday

This is a photo from my archives.

He was 2 then.

He would not let go off my hand.

I too loved holding his hand on our walks.

He is 9 now,

Our hands have stopped meeting mid-way.

The days of holding hands are over.

This must be what is called

Growing up.

Joining #WordlessWednesday hosted by Esha M Dutta and Natasha Sinha



  1. Awww…that must ache a lot, right? To let go as your little one grows up …it’s something I won’t ever experience. Sometimes I am absolutely okay that I don’t have kids. Sometimes, I wonder what all I have missed out in life.


    1. For now, it is amusing for me to see him shunning my hand to put up a personality of his own, especially when he reaches the school street. There it becomes completely sacrilegious to hold my hand. The place where I worry about is when we have to cross big intersections and I instinctively try to grab his hand.


  2. Growing up changes so many things. My daughter turns 9 in a few days so I know exactly what you mean.
    That’s such a precious moment captured in the picture (though the real magic is in your caption ♥️).

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    1. Happy 9th to your daughter in advance. 9 is special in its own way because it will be the last single-digit age figure a person can ever have. It seems like you were able to identify us in the crowd 🙂 💖


  3. Thats a beautiful picture, Anamika 🙂
    Letting go is tough indeed, but thankfully it happens in stages and if we are mindful its easier to accept and grow alongside our children …bittersweet moments…sigh!

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  4. Beautifully expressed Anamika. There are tell tale signs of growing up ….. this is one of them. But life has ways of completing the circle….. the hand will be in your had again one day


  5. Indeed yes. Times they are a changin’

    They grow up way too fast, don’t they. 🙂

    Lovely vignette, Anu. 🙂


  6. They do grow up faster than we realize. Then they develop different interests. It is hard for us. But that’s life.
    I still hold Kanna’s hand – sometimes he is okay with it, sometimes not. 🙂


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