Compliments of the season dear readers. It's the season to be jolly so here's a light story inspired by a beautiful friend and her precocious precious little daughter. Wishing you all lots of laughter in your life with each passing moment.... To, The Editor, The Washington Post. Dear Editor, I am an almost four-year-old boy,... Continue Reading →

The gentle evening breeze caressed her cheeks as Mamta sat in the balcony of her eighth-floor apartment, overlooking the Arabian Sea. This was the time of the day she relished the most, a time when she had the house all to herself. Her son, Sumit, was at his swim practice and her husband, Subodh, at... Continue Reading →

She scrolled through the congratulatory messages that poured in from all over world  on her Samsung 74 , as she lay in bed that night. Her victorious spirit soared as if on a tequila high. Years of labor had finally borne fruit today, International Women's day 2024. Congress had finally passed the 'Equal pay for... Continue Reading →

We are at the finish line of this historic race, my friends. With agonizing impatience I watch the gap narrow between the two front runners as they both gain momentum. It’s unreal I say yet ‘In Godspeed’ I wish for the one I hope will make a difference.  The sad truth is I root for... Continue Reading →

Dedicated to a generation of moms whose babies know the letter ' i ' before they understand the alphabet.   Every heart speaks a language and the heart of every mother understands and speaks the language of every heart in the family. The needs of the heart- its language change in every stage in life... Continue Reading →

   This fairy tale post is dedicated to my dad whose unwavering affection and my son whose unwavering adulation give me the zeal to put in my best efforts in everything I do....                                         T’was the night of the Oscars                                   Stars on the ground                                   Radiant in celluloid splendor                                   Sashaying... Continue Reading →

                                              Of the multitude of roles that a woman plays in her lifetime, why is martyr the one she most often wears on her sleeve? This post is dedicated to my beautiful friends in Chicago who helped me keep my sanity during those crazy sleep deprived baby days. The Martyr Seema looked around the house and... Continue Reading →

She looked up from the computer screen to the window.  Outside, the sun shone brightly, magnifying each snowflake into a dazzling diamond as it fell and disappeared into a blanket of whiteness that extended far beyond her eyes could see. Silently, she thanked the blizzard for having brought life to a complete halt in her... Continue Reading →