And then I found my happily ever after #TellTaleThursday

I shut my eyes hoping that sleep would come, but it continued to elude me. My eyes were puffy from crying the whole night. What do I do? How do I get over Josh? The one whom I thought I want to spend the rest of my life with, get married, have babies, grow old… Continue reading And then I found my happily ever after #TellTaleThursday

My Word of the Year 2019: Hiatus #WOTY

Does it sound strange to talk about “Hiatus” or “Pausing”as my word of the Year when everyone’s talking about chasing their dreams, going out and getting what you desire. And thats exactly the kind of person I am. The ambitious , front bencher who will raise her hand first ( read Hermoine in class). The… Continue reading My Word of the Year 2019: Hiatus #WOTY

Infant Cognition- a 10 step guide for new mums

It is said that when a baby is born, his/her mind is a blank slate. The infant’s sensory experiences is what helps him understand and develop language, memory, thoughts, emotions and coordination. This in essence is cognitive development. Parents and caregivers have a vital role to play here, especially mums because they are the one… Continue reading Infant Cognition- a 10 step guide for new mums

The gift of life #FlashFiction #WriteBravely

Little Tanvi was in awe of the palatial house. The first time she visited , she was barely 6. Clutching her mother’s saree, she tiptoed around. Mai (mother) worked as a maid, cleaning and scrubbing the floors till they shone bright. Every week she polished the silver ware till it gleamed. She took Tanvi along… Continue reading The gift of life #FlashFiction #WriteBravely

Friends and Foes #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z

School days are supposed to be the most memorable days of one’s life. But at this point, going to school doesn’t really make me happy. And its got nothing to do with studies or exams. In fact I am someone who loves to study, not all subjects of course. I dread Math and don’t really… Continue reading Friends and Foes #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z

Aaji #FridayFotoFiction

I saw her in the park every day, a lady in her mid 60’s everyone called her “Aaji”. A crisp cotton saree, hair neatly tied and a book in her hand. An English magazine like Women’s Era or Femina or a heavy duty novel like Ayn Rand. She buried her head in the book and… Continue reading Aaji #FridayFotoFiction