Looking up at the clouds as they pour into rain drops on the window panes, or hearing the gentle sound of the rain drops on the umbrella is something I silently wait all year round.
Working mom! It’s easy to feel that you are not there enough. There’s always that little biting guilt that you are not always there. I was always warned of the pains of being a working mom by fellow colleagues, but then I thought how hard can it be.
Parenthood is pretty interesting. You learn new things, the house is full of joy and laughter, you get to share your childhood stories and several other such things. On the other hand, it increases your responsibilities as well.
Mom – someone who sacrifices her body, sleep, eating a hot meal, social life, spending money on herself, peeing alone, patience, sanity and mental well-being for LOVE!
There was a time when we were growing up, when every weekend was a getaway in the by-lanes of our home. But as things progressed the world shrunk and so did the open and empty by-lanes we once knew,
Talking to a bunch of toddlers a few days ago about the struggle for Independence, I was narrating to them on how under the British Raj, we could not enter any restaurant and eat, or how we had so many rules and were not allowed so many things and had to take permissions for doing even the smallest of things.