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
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, […]
Tears For A Mother…
I have been crying. There have been images on the TV, reports in the newspaper and talk on the streets. I understand the anger against the perpetrators, the concern about the victim and the frustration with the government. But my thoughts have been with the mother of the girl. ** Like me, she would have […]
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. […]
Dear Daughters..
In a way, it was easier when you were chubby babies. Your needs were of the moment, simple to satisfy. An ice cream cone was all it took to turn the blue moments sunny. But I knew it even as you licked at the cone that these straightforward days would not last. A day would […]
A Sock Or Two
She held the pair of tiny, cute blue socks in her hands as she looked down at her three -week old baby. He was so adorable and her heart brimmed with love as he gazed back at her. Suddenly, she burst into tears….again. It broke her heart to see her little baby’s right leg in a […]
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 […]
Loving And Living
For a long time now, there’s been a clear divide between stay-at- home mothers and working mothers. The pros and cons of both situations have been discussed and debated with inconclusive results. In the end, it is more about the choices a woman has or is forced to make. I wanted to be a mother […]
But I Love You Mama…
“Mama, I am not coming home.” Irma felt her life being sucked out of her. This was not what she had expected. Just a week ago he had promised to come back and stay with her. Ever since he had given her that hope, she was beside herself, happily planning everything. Rearranging his closets, planning to […]