How I wish I was a bird, free to fly away from the pandemonium that surrounds me, soar over mountains and valleys, never stay at one place but keep exploring. “You are a girl, don’t ever entertain such thoughts”, they said. Study well and help your mother in household chores. “Girls shouldn’t dare to dream… Continue reading Free #FictionMondays
The first few days after a baby is born can be quite overwhelming for the new parents. Its like you are suddenly responsible for this whole new being and there is no instruction manual! Every parent wants the best for their baby- ensuring a holistic growth through proper nutrition, ensuring the baby feels safe and… Continue reading Stimulating a newborn’s development – a handy guide for new parents
My daughter is 3.5 years old now and has quite a strong opinion on several things. Earlier she would happily bade me goodbye when I leave for work but nowadays she frowns and says “Mumma don’t go to office”. We would usually tell her that Mumma needs to go to office as we need money… Continue reading When a 5 year old made me realise all that we talk about equality is futile …
A few days ago I overheard 2 of my junior colleagues – in their mid 20’s talk about marriage and wonder when will their turn come. They were looking at the decked up pics of cousins, school and college friends who were all tying the knot, the artistic lehengas, jewellery, picture perfect moments with their… Continue reading Que Sera Sera- what does a woman want from a marriage?
The half filled jar of blue lemonade stood by the window. I took a sip and closed my eyes. When was the last time I had felt so calm? Feels like ages ago. A mum never rests, does she? When the kids were born, I thought I will get some rest once they grow older… Continue reading A birthday with a difference #FridayFotoFiction
As I look at the 3 of them- a cherubic young baby snuggled comfortably in the arms of its Mom, the young mom who holds the baby protectively and tenderly, her tired eyes full of love and the grand mom who resembles the mother of the child as she walks along, a hand gently placed… Continue reading The Mother I never Had