My Mother,The Cow?

My Mother,The Cow?

Actually she isn’t. That headline was only meant to grab eyeballs. She fought again odds to educate herself. No not just school or college. She dared to go to the university. And then get herself a post graduation degree. Though she married my father through an arranged marriage, there was nothing ‘arranged’ about her marriage. […]

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Unfair

Unfair

Red, green, purple!  Every time Keerat  pulled off one romper and put on the other, her eight month old wiggled and chuckled, chubby hands grabbing at the young mother’s arms as she fretted over the colour that best lightened her dusky baby’s skin tone. ** “She looks dark in each of these,” Keerat wiped her brow, […]

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Love Unlimited

Love Unlimited

I have been watching the skin on the back of my mother’s hands very closely.  In consonance with the changing texture and folds of skin, there has grown in my head a sketch of what it means to watch one’s parent get on in years. There was a time when the hand was smooth and unblemished. […]

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Snapshots..

Snapshots..

No Matter What Whether you are upset or sad,  whether they are yelling or shouting, in hunger or in pain, for a hug, for a cuddle, mums are the best. I didn’t quite get it. Until now. No matter how much I yell and keep my daughter from doing fun things (eating the chappals, toppling […]

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