With a broken heart and deep hope I had penned a few lines on the Afghan crisis. Sharing the same… You are a breathing living beingJust like me or any other womanSitting at my homeI hear the gunfire rang outThough a helpless spectatorI feel a numbing pain To the sister, I have never met The situationContinue reading “To the sister, I have never met…”
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रिश्तों की पाठशाला
रिश्ते कैसे निभाए जाते हैं बन तो बड़ी आसानी से जाते हैंपर बन जाएं तो निभाए कैसे जाते हैं मिलना लिखा ही होगातभी तो मिल पाए हमरिश्ते की समापन तिथि कीभनक ही कहाँ थी हमें तब पर आगे क्यों नहीं चल पाए हम रिश्ते कैसे निभाए जाते हैं कुछ रिश्ते हमें मानो रास नहीं आएठीकContinue reading “रिश्तों की पाठशाला”
My Kids first brush with baldness…!!!
They say it takes a village to raise a child and I say, maybe we require two for his first Mundan ceremony. More so when it is for two kids together. It is an important ritual in India and the ceremony is performed during the first or third year of a child’s life (mostly oddContinue reading “My Kids first brush with baldness…!!!”
Our First Stage Anxiety…!!!
Ganesh Utsav has always been celebrated in our Community with great fervour and enthusiasm. During the days of Ganpati various competitions are organised for the kids. One such event was Shloka recitation. My elder son was three-and-a-half-year-old that time and I had enrolled him for the same. I spent a week making him prepare forContinue reading “Our First Stage Anxiety…!!!”
We Need To Talk To Our Sons Too…PERIOD !!!
I grew up in a joint family. We are three sisters and I am the middle one. I do remember in Grade seven, having a session in our all-girls school where a video was played explaining what menstruation is all about. Learning about periods is a difficult subject for children at that age. I think allContinue reading “We Need To Talk To Our Sons Too…PERIOD !!!”
The Magical Bond…
I had a magical connection with my elder sonSomething I felt was super-duper fun So, when I conceived for the second timeI thought, to create the same bond, I will have to work overtime He came into this world and I didn’t feel the sameAnd thought I am to be blamed But slowly my heartContinue reading “The Magical Bond…”
Abhi Dilli Thodi Door Hai…
I have been born and brought up in Delhi and have been happily staying in Hyderabad with my family for the past 15 years since I got married. I had in one of my earliest blogs (link-https://www.momspresso.com/parenting/a-memory-here-an-emotion-there/article/we-never-really-leave-home) mentioned about my yearly trips to Delhi during the summer vacations. More than me now, it’s our kidsContinue reading “Abhi Dilli Thodi Door Hai…”
Winds of Change…!!!
“Another world is not only possible, she’s on the way and, on a quiet day, if you listen very carefully you can hear her breathe.” –Arundhati Roy “But why don’t you join the school?” Krishna asked the small girl. “Because I have to help my mother with the household work and graze theContinue reading “Winds of Change…!!!”
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