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Blurb Growing up as a strong-headed single child with a privileged upbringing in Calcutta, Devi has learned much from her surroundings. Her childhood memories are filled with mixed emotions –…
Read more about Book Review: The Girl Child By De. B. Dubois.The other day, I was watching the movie, “The Sound of Music”. It is one of my favourite movies and I can watch it over and over again. I love…
Read more about I Have Confidence!Today is teacher’s day and when I think of teachers, what springs to mind is mom holding me with this big book on her lap reading out poems to me.…
Read more about Teaching me to liveIt’s time for the phoenix to die It’s time for the phoenix to die, And rise from the ashes of the past; Where the tears mix with flames; Flames to…
Read more about NaPoWriMo Day 12 -It’s time for the Phoenix to dieDon’t tie me down! Don’t tie me down! Don’t chain my soul! Let me fly high, So that I can bring back Some of the fragrance of the sky to…
Read more about NaPoWriMo Day 2 – Don’t tie me down!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,…
Read more about A Mother’s FearsI have lived 50 years on this earth and my hair is streaked with grey. My mom says that the grey is wisdom that you get as you travel along…
Read more about 50 strands of greyWhat do you have to look forward to in life when you are 72? Not much, one would assume. But not Walter Salvadore Pereira. My brother-in-law, Walter Salvadore Pereira, has…
Read more about Of Hobbies And PerseveranceShe 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…
Read more about Why Kids Don’t Come With Instruction Manuals.I 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.…
Read more about My daughter, a wife!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…
Read more about And You Fly!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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