Unfinished Business

As I was nearing the completion of the mixed media journal and in the middle of colouring the mandala, my 12 year old boy pops his head in between to ask - "Is this the last one in this journal?" "A few titbits remaining, but I feel sad that the journal is coming to a...

P.S. Alexa Misses You

There a time and place in everyone's life when they feel the vacuum. It could be sudden, built over the years or just a recurring reason for which the mind decides 'Situation is equivalent to Vacuum' For me being in vacuum is like a trance. I can stop hearing what the world is saying or...

Growing Up Moms

Ah Yes! I know that it is always the little ones who grow up and parents usually grow old. But that is not really the case, because of social media the classroom has extended its reach to the not so kiddish Moms too. And if you end up with a like-minded set, you are lucky....

Of Tagging Dabbing and a Sleepless Night

Dear Avi, It is just a night until you will be off for your first school trip. There is a lot of chaos with guests around and a crazy scene with no one really to assist me with all the chores. You are out with Pa to watch the Formula One Race and I look...

The Choice of Choice

There is always a choice! A choice to wake up early, a choice to write or not, a choice to read or not, a choice to exercise and the alternate comes with a lesser guilt or repercussion. I too had a choice Many a times the fact that we sacrifice choosing exactly what we want...

Book (mark) Wars

It is Saturday morning 6:00 a.m. I have been up for nearly half n hour already. Just moving around the house, counting steps (my cheat code to exercise). I am trying to find a bookmark. Yes when you have two readers in the house and countless books, the one thing you have a dearth of...

If only I knew

If only I knew where to begin, this never ending walk in time, Where every step is a crossroad, It may be belligerent, It may be benign. If only I knew the next step to take, On this gravel path, Stony yet serene, With every step I make a mistake, Unlearn some tradition, for your...

Across a lifetime

Let me walk a little back in time, When life was about nursery rhymes, A little jingle here and there, And meals were a big affair. Let me walk a little back in time, When dainty dresses were a fuss, When muddy shoes and messy hair, Were not matters to discuss. Let me walk a...