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 than saw, a girl take the seat opposite me. Suddenly I heard a joyful, “Oh it’s you!” and felt someone tap my hand to…
Read moreAnd 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 calm as you look at the doors to the terminus and say, “So guys, I guess this is it!” And then you let out your…
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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 seemed so fragile! You were so beautiful! I remember how proud your father and I were of you, our own little twin daughters! You were…
Read moreLetting 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 you left my hand and ran to the giraffe. Before I realised it your feet were on the first rungs of the bars that…
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