Homecoming

The past one year or perhaps two have been the most difficult yet vital in my journey as a parent. Difficult because I struggled, stumbled and found myself on the edge on more occasions than I can count. Vital because it has been the time when I seriously started contemplating on finding a resolve, a …

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The Glass of Milk

The nutritional value of milk is so well-known that it has been the staple of our diets from times immemorial. My home is no exception. However, getting my family to drink milk willingly has been quite a chore because my daughter and my mother despise it with equal zeal and my father, a tea lover, can’t stop …

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We Need To Talk

This phrase never fails to elicit a strange fear. It's a booster of self-doubt that starts acting the minute these words strike the eardrum. Though I've been at the receiving end of it almost all my life. Remembering the first time I uttered it to my child, I can feel a chill run down my …

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Observations

When I went to watch Dear Zindagi, I had Pari in tow despite full knowledge of the fact that she would find the movie boring. But, at the back of my mind I know how much she enjoys our outings together and watching a movie featuring Shah Rukh Khan which also has a song (Love …

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7 Parenting Lessons I Learnt From Dear Zindagi

I am a self-confessed Shah Rukh Khan fan, but more than his looks and acting I have been in awe with him as a person. How he carries himself, his respect for women (on-screen and off-screen), how he uses his razor-sharp wit to steer through difficult situations, the choices he has made in his career …

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Perspective

Last night around bedtime, Pari and I were sharing with each other how our day went. Among other things, she mentioned that her good friend Aditya* was talking to her other friend Ananya* in her (Pari's ) presence about how good it was that their mothers went to office everyday. He mentioned how lucky he …

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Yelling

Yelling was a form of telling, For parents in my dwelling, A master-tool handed down over ages, Blotching several life history's pages. I was passed on the baton, With the confidence that can't be forgotten, It made me feel in charge, Of my role & my child's future at large. It was meant to help …

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Restoring Morning Order

In my family, That follows rules valiantly, Morning hours are treated as sacred, Over generations this tradition hasn't faded. But change is life's norm, That's why I birthed a storm, My darling angel despises mornings, Finding it annoying & warring. From refusing to budge, Even when tempted with aroma of fresh fudge, To waking cranky, …

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