Justice Is Served

It has been a long time since I wrote a morning ten-minute rant. But for the past couple of days, the pot is boiling in my head and the stock simmering just ready to bubble out. Today the boiling point was reached and here I am.  I don't know if God is a man or...

Stories of a lifetime

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference. - Robert Frost (The Road Not Taken) The words of Robert Frost inspire many but I did not follow it until it was too late. I obviously took the road much traveled and trending even...

Skin Memories

It has been 14 years and yet yesterday seems so fresh. Do we ever stop being the child to our parents? Even when we switch roles from being taken care of to becoming the caretaker, there is always a feeling... if only Pa was here. When I became a mother, I realized, parents are only...

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...

Life Begins At Forty… Or Does It?

Most of us start doing in life what we actually want to do after a long tryst with society’s definition of success. We try to fit in, stand out, work our asses off (please include home makers in the list too) and then finally when life gives us a kick on the butt. Some of...

Perfectly Imperfect

More often than not we as parents are pressurized to be right and provide the best of all things to the offspring we so lovingly brought into this world. The pressure is somewhat self-inflicted, peers and the rest of the job is done by social media. For, Facebook is like a beauty contest for life....