Interview with Kiran Manral
On the 15th of May, Just Books Library, Thane had organised a book reading and signing of Kiran Manral’s latest book, “The Face At The Window”. I had the privilege…
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Aata Majhi Satakli
Sometimes I wish I could leave well alone. I wish I could be indifferent to things and the actions of people and just walk away! I tell myself that my…
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A Mother’s Fears
Ever since my parents have moved back to within a few blocks from me, I make it a point to visit them as often as I can. I must admit,…
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Being Awesome In 2016 !
Yes, I know, it’s a little too late to be writing a “New Year Post”. But there was just no way this one could have been written earlier. I have…
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Not Minding My Own Business
The train entered Ghatkopar station. It was the first class ladies compartment of the 9.30 Thane local. I had my nose buried in Robin Sharma’s latest book. I felt, rather…
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And You Fly!
When we talk of letting our kids fly, I never realised it would be so literal. Here we are at the airport, each fighting a million emotions. You seem so…
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Your first day at school
I remember that first cry of yours – an angry squeal, as if to ask, “Why are you taking me away from my mother?” How tiny you were then! You…
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Letting You Fly
We reached the garden. You saw the gigantic metal giraffe painted in red and yellow and green. Colours designed to attract every little soul who entered the garden. Without warning…
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How The Magic Began!
A long time ago, a young girl turned 13. “A great age to be,” everyone said. “What’s so great about it?” she wondered, “I am the same….no change from 12…
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How I became a teacher
I was all of fourteen. It was the 5th of September, 1979, Teacher’s Day. I was in the tenth standard and as usual the teachers had gone for a picnic,…
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Anmol
The phone shrills. I smile as I pick it up. It is a call I have been expecting. “Sunita, please speak to your student,” says Anuja, Anmol’s mother as soon…
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