Children’s day made me feel a bit nostalgic. Here are my memories of a wonderful childhood, despite the scoldings and whacks. (They were so normal at that time) We ran with bare feet,On soft muddy streets.Played on wide open grounds,With green grass around.When leaves became chapattis,And stones became rice,What fun it was playing saakli,And “dhaba…
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Three deaths in one month. Enough to shake anyone. But when two are sudden and unexpected, it doesn’t just shake—you shatter. It’s not as if I haven’t known loss. I’ve lost my husband, my father, a dear friend, a beloved cousin—and of course, my dog Muffin. Except for Dad, they all died far too young….
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It almost seems a sin not to write a blog post on Women’s Day! I absolutely love being a woman. To me, a woman is like the sky; everchanging, yet constant, mysterious, stormy, peaceful and a glimpse of heaven! I love the fact that I can feel so deeply, that I can cry with someone…
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Image by Rebecca Scholz from Pixabay My nephew got married on the 15th of this month. I remember the day he was born. We were so excited to see him. A tiny little bundle wrapped up in a baby blanket. And now here he was, all suited and booted, ready to walk down the aisle. Looking at him,…
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