Living in a pandemic: Mommyhood

But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough can you see the stars.”
Martin Luther King, Jr.

February

“We are cancelling his bday party due to the virus outbreak.”

“I have been reading about it too. Good decision. Wish him a happy birthday okay?”

“Don’t think Pump It Up can reimburse. By the way check these pics my friends sent from Costco. TP aisles are empty.”

“What? People are crazy!!” Continue reading “Living in a pandemic: Mommyhood”

On What I Saved From This Decade

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It is that time of the year. Tall and lit Christmas trees. People taking their loved ones’ pics. You notice someone else in the gift card aisle, undecided just like you are, about which card to pick. There are sugary cookies, and merry people disclosing vacations plans. There are people who are going through tough time, but still trying to be jolly and bright to fit in a world that seems like a big stage where we are the versions of who we are supposed to be. Because. Continue reading “On What I Saved From This Decade”

Onward- not another new year resolution

I spent holidays reflecting on my 2018. I am not a person who makes resolutions in December, draws attention to forty eight likes by declaring it on facebook, and forgets all of them by February. I kind of figured out how my life functions every year and the most important goal focuses on only one thing – keeping the old me alive in a world that kills human souls every second. Continue reading “Onward- not another new year resolution”

On stories, on ends, on perceiving

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“To perceive is to suffer.” ― Aristotle

My two year old has been fascinated by “Santa” this year; she describes him as the old man who wears a belt on his big red outfit, and says, “Ho Ho Ho.” So when she spotted an old man in a red tee shirt and a white cotton bordered red hat in the weekend Farmers’ Market, she merrily pointed out, “Santa Santa Santa.”
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When an image gives you words

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Motherhood is weird- at one point time seems still even when everything around me including that tiny human that I created is constantly moving.  Sometimes I like this stillness, my busy days and nights, two big eyes catching my attention like there is no world beyond her boundary that she drew with an invisible chalk on the day she arrived. Sometimes my mind longs for a randomness, in slow motion. Continue reading “When an image gives you words”

My thoughts about Women’s Day

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I grew up in India. That means I know a country that kills its girls before they are born. A country where parents of a girl child have to work hard to save money for dowry. A country where wings of women are chopped and dreams are shoved. A country where love happens only on the screen of Bollywood films because marriages are arranged and girls from rural areas and cities still cannot choose love or life partners. Women’s day should have felt special because in a country like that womanhood definitely deserved a day of celebration to cheer up.  India is also the country that had a female prime minister, a female president, a lot of warrior queens and princesses, goddesses who killed the evils and saved the goodness. India is also the country where a lot of women fought for independence from the British Government with guns and peace talks until seventy years ago. There are glories to shade the darkness.  Continue reading “My thoughts about Women’s Day”