She 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 moreMy daughter, a wife!
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. 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 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…
Read moreYour 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 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…
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