I shared your warmth On my skin, on my bed. That warm patch was comforting When you lay sleeping With your little hand curled In my big one, Content. The warmth And the smell of you Seeped through my skin, Drenched me In your smiles; Grew roots within. But one day You were just gone.…
On her way back from work, she had stopped at a small curiosity shop nestled between the bustle of a chai wala’s snack shop and an attar seller’s dusty place. In the midst of the old and crumbly buildings of Chandni Chowk in this part of Delhi, that curiosity shop looked like a curiosity all by itself.…
Your little bundle of joy is the centre of your universe. You would do anything for that little angel. Which is why you quit your job and decided that stay-at-home-mommy, or SAHM as they’re called now, would be your new designation. But a few months (or years) down the line you notice that there’s too…
Dear Stay-At-Home Mom, I know you’re lonesome. I know it gets tough when you have to give up so much for not much in return. I know you’re there for everyone while no one’s there for you. I know that no one understands your frustration. I know that no one appreciates your devotion. I know…
Dear Readers, Sorry about the wait but sometimes life just doesn’t let you be. Today I bring to you a cute, cute poem from a dear classmate and old friend of mine – Esha. She’s not on WordPress but on blogspot and her blog is This Is Ish. She’s returned to blogging after quite some…
Happiness comes In packages both big and small. But the one that came From within my womb, Was the best package of all! Copyright ©2018 Pradita Kapahi. All rights reserved. Image Source: Pradita Kapahi.
There is a storyteller inside each one of us
‘Mrs. Mehta!’ the buxom lady in the gaudy, hot pink chiffon sari lumbered over and engulfed Chiroo’s mother into a death-embrace. Chiroo was sure the bear hug must have given his mother a hernia. He could swear he heard a crunch where his Mother’s emaciated bones creaked with the enormous strain they were being subjected to.…
Originally posted on Candles Online:
This week on Candles Online, we are discussing the importance of preparation in our lives. There are things that you can enjoy the most when you dive in head first, but for a majority of important events in our lives, we feel that we must prepare ourselves. Is parenthood one such…
Originally posted on The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch:
There was no sun in the sky when Ash looked up. The moon, the effulgent satellite of yore was now reduced to a grey speck. For as long as he could remember, there had been no light. Only darkness. He tried to imagine the stars the Elders spoke…
