River 1: I hope we meet someday…somewhere…but god knows when and where!!! River 2: Yes… united we started, grew together and darted out of the valleys and hillocks, seeking open seas but what’s this separation in between? Unfathomable! River 1: It was done for the benefit of the people, provide drinking water for the masses,… Continue reading Two Rivers…
Just recently, someone close visiting us, casually happened to ask, if we had any plans to celebrate my hubby's upcoming birthday, to which hubby was quick to respond that it'd just be like any normal day. We all seemed to unanimously agree. But on an afterthought, I found myself slightly disagreeing over a question, that… Continue reading Partnerships and Celebrations…
Once I erred in my Math homework, My teacher tweaked my ears hard, Little did he know, how sad I’d been, With none to help, for the mess I was Dad stayed busy, earning bread for us, Mom travelled away, to spiral her career Would anyone spare a small thought? For this lost little boy,… Continue reading The Mentoring (Poem)
Love is: Irreplaceable Money is: Valuable Time is : Irreversible Character is : Indispensable Trust is: Vulnerable Thoughts are : Changeable Kindness is : Commendable Feelings are : Sustainable Destiny is : Unpredictable Respect earned is : Laudable However, CONDUCT should be : CONTROLLABLE So always make sure to factor in all the above while… Continue reading Simple Things That Are Difficult To Understand ( A Super Short one)
'Tu meri beti nahi beta hai' (You are not my daughter, rather you are my son), her father's words resounded in Uttara's ears. Living in a patriarchal society, Uttara had felt proud whenever Kishan and Radha used to say this to her, as if she had won a Nobel prize. Contrary to that, she… Continue reading Short Story – ‘Tu meri beti nahi beta hai (you are not my daughter, but a son’)….
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Little Anna played with her toys all day long. Besides being fond of them, she liked to proudly show off her possessions and at this tender age of five, her two full crates did represent her amour propre. While some of them had arrived by way of gifts or birthday presents, her parents from their… Continue reading A Playhouse lesson