The Balancing Act

This year started off bleakly with not much promise and hope but then things started falling in place like in a jigsaw puzzle. This year lifted a heavy burden off my heart and filled it with happiness and delight, made me feel light and good, I am grateful to God for having given me a chance to mend what I broke and I am thankful to the one who was instrumental in getting things smoothened out. Even after the long awaited cheer that spread into my life in the early 2015, there were things which often brought in negativity and lack of hope in me, but this year somehow my positive thinking helped me a lot and things turned around, it was a cheerful Diwali which awaited me, the lights started sparkling right from the first day of Navratri in October itself. I am grateful to God for the blessings, each one of them, I am full of gratitude to the almighty and wish and pray for an even better 2016 for me and my family and every one in my life, and the entire

Delhi gangrape: Juvenile wasn't 'most brutal'; he was brutalised by this depiction, says board It is early Monday morning at office, I have just read this on MSN News as I was about to go through my mails , I can not tell you how the title above makes my blood boil and I am not the mother of Nirbhaya, I am just an ordinary woman of Delhi, a working woman, who has taken Public Transport umpteen times, has gone through the harassments meted out in DTC’s , blue lines and Red lines who still might have to take the Public Transport once again with all the odds and evens against you.   Is this the value of a woman who was brutalised by Iron rods by the rapists, who took out her innards with bare hands and then lay her and her friend bleeding and naked on a Delhi road, is this for what thousands of people took to street?? Seriously who are these people who makes laws and who can make such statements for a person who has along with 5 others raped and killed a young girl m

        When a baby is born the most striking thing about the baby is it’s super soft skin.The first thing that the   parents, especially the mother tries to do is take care of the skin of the baby , we use nothing less than the best quality material for our baby be it the baby wipes, baby oil, baby soap or even the clothes that we buy for the baby.   Both my children were born in winters, Delhi winters are famous. It can make even the most softest skin crack in winters, there were many things which we did to keep my baby’s skin soft and supple.   First and foremost the baby was given a good massage with a baby oil of a trusted brand, the more the oil was poured and massaged on the baby’s delicate skin, the more it remained supple, soft and fragrant, using baby oil on the baby’s skin is a great way of keeping the skin soft. Thanks to some of my cousins abroad who sent me big packs of Vaseline petroleum jelly which I generously used on my daughters   hands an

Sun spread its orange sheen Flowers blossomed into beauty unseen Time and harsh rays faded it out Filtering out only shadows Tall, dark and ominous From dawn it’s almost dusk Feet are still on the go Ignoring the thorns, Trying to inhale the imaginary musk Intermittent mirages of spring Played hide and seek Leaving the heart weak Then again Sun spread its orange sheen Only to disappear into depths unseen….

. My dear first born, I do not know whether you shall be reading this letter at all, my heart says you would one day.   I would like you to read my heart  today, I hope you and your sister will forgive me…. I know I am not a good mother, I am not even half of being a good mother. My reasons are here, you might think 'how does she know all this? and if she knew why did she not change at all'/, sweetheart, I try every day to change myself and be the mother that you want me to be.  I know you have the same kind of heart that I have, my entire childhood and teenage years I had also yearned for my mother's love, her attention and her care the reasons were different with me and the reasons are different with you.  I just want you to know that I love you from the depth of my heart, I want you to have all the happiness in life, I want you to be successful in life and most of all I want you to feel loved and cared for, you should feel that your mother is there with you a

I had signed up for the book review programme of blogadda many years back, but till now had got the opportunity to review only one book, so I was pretty excited when I recieved a mail from them for reviewing the book    'Ramayana - The Game of Life : The Shattered Dreams' by Shubha Vilas. So  after their email started the waiting... I was over the moon to see a thick book with  interesting  cover.  I had also  learned by then that this book  is the sequel to the national bestseller, Rise of the Sun Prince, in the new spiritual and motivational series Ramayana - The Game of Life.  I had also read about the author and his profile as a motivational and spiritual speaker which kept me interested in this book. Finally the book arrived and here I am writing it's review ................... In this book  Shubha Vilas dwells on the story line of Ramayana and brings to the fore front how various incidents one after another, which were well orchestrated by Kaikeyi (Dasarathas

I was always interested in gardening, I love nature, the small little intricacies of nature makes me happy.  The sight of a butterfly circling the beautiful flowers in a park, the fragrance of freshly cut grass makes me nostalgic.  Given this love of nature I had always wanted  a little kitchen garden of my own and has imagined myself  tending to my fresh vegetables, plucking them and making myself proud by cooking garden fresh vegetables for my family, also I always wanted  a section of my garden having fragrant and colourful flowers, happy and smiling. But due to space constraints I was never able to turn this into a reality, then me and my husband thought why wait for the backyard garden, let us make it in the flower pots, let us arrange a few of these plant at the corner of our balcony which has good space. So the pots were bought and arranged, we experimented with a few Tulsi plants which disappointed us at first but then it bloomed, we planted  a curry leave plant (like eve

Soft green ripples Shiny, shimmery  river Circles upon circles Glimmering little shells On the sands brown and bare Half moons merging into full luminous ones Yellow leaves floating atop Greens lingering along the shore Long beaked boat sauntered about Some hopes hung in the air Waiting to dissipate at the drop of a tear Longing to glimpse the reclusive smile, so Yonder, Yet so near……….