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, I enjoy bouncing ideas off them and getting their opinion about what I should write about. These are pleasant evenings spent in their company and…
Read moreShe came to pick her little daughter up from my language development class. And she looked harassed. Now, she is normally not a mother to look like that, so I asked her what was wrong. “Sunita,” she said, almost in tears, “I feel like such a bad mother. I don’t know what to do.” “Why?…
Read moreI can still remember your first kick, The wonder of that tiny bubble of a movement within me, The love that flooded my heart and brought tears to my eyes. I remember how you would wake up, With a cheerful toothless smile, Bringing sunshine to my day Your first words, your first steps, The first…
Read moreWhen 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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