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hugs and kisses


What can be more appeasable than a super surprise gesture of kindness/love from your 15 months old..! She plants a kiss on your cheek and hugs like it has been ages that you have seen her after a long boring/tiring day at office :). We are blessed with real sweetheart, aren’t we? When did she learn it? How did she knew that I was really in need of it?(did I tell ya HE isn’t around 😦 )

Life is beautiful 🙂 ❤

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motherhood saga – ode to unsung hero


It was mother’s day couple of days back and so was this post lingering on my mind. Sure it is a blessing and it is much more than that if you have a that one person as your partner of motherhood – of-course in literal sense.

I would not say motherhood is overrated as every moment of it is either a sweet surprise or a new hiccup to get over, but fatherhood is underrated for sure is what I honestly feel. Now that we are at the advent of gender equality, fathers have come far beyond of their role of being mere bread winners and yours truly is fortunate enough to have such a significant other. So for this time, motherhood saga is all about ode to unsung hero of it – a father of 14 months old.

When I reminisce last two years, the time since we knew are going to be parents to the date, every day has been a new adventure and things kept changing to extent of turning my world upside down – only HE being the constant support to rely on. Things have changed for him to in exactly same way and extent if not more and I interrogate – did I bother about it? for the obvious answer. I was/am so occupied handling spilled over things that I tend to look back only when I need a shoulder to lean on – Unfair, I understand and accept that. Motherhood doesn’t turn any one dumb and deaf for the rest of world though it brings you on toes round the clock. Possible reason for this may be that things that appeared on the surface were so calm,subtle and stable that they hardly showed any glimpse of turmoil underneath. I bow down this art of him of keeping the surface calm irrespective of relentless paddling going down there.

As time is progressing, I am realizing that motherhood takes far more than nine moths of carrying and labor. I keep wondering for how and when things changed and started falling in place without me nagging me for any of it. It started right after we were back here – adjusting her here with new predicament, getting up at any odd hour of the night for her formula,bearing with her peeps and poos,sleeping cautiously every minute of night for she may fall off the bed when she started crawling, giving her bath,making her sleep,changing her nappies and clothes, making her hair and now feeding her from your own dish no matter how much mess she creates with both of her hands in the dish.No one is born with capabilities to go swiftly about all this and so it must not have been easy for you either.

This is just to let you know that nothing of it has gone unnoticed though it may not have been reacted to from time to time. You are adored even more than before for this helping hand without being asked for it. I am spell bound to put what it means to have this all. And though you are sharing the responsibilities for motherhood already, it takes a mother to appreciate it 🙂

Wishing all the mothers and helping fathers a very happy Mother’s day..!

sad state of affair – rant


When things get on nerves, this is place to vent out. I have striven and come a long a of being non-impulsive.Perhaps there are certain things which my mind surpasses of all the efforts that I put in. People who know me well know that those things literally choke me up. I understand there are perspectives and beliefs that are not going to change for another few centuries if not more. You people might have already started getting gist of it.

What defines prestige of people here is how grand/gold-full/blusterous your daughters wedding is. If you cannot make it to either of above, you have almost no right to live. I know it is most trivial thing being talked about, and internet might already be having millions of article on the same issue.I have refrained myself from penning it down for real long for that fact that I am sure it is may leave bad taste about my persona for some, as some of you know me personally. But as I just cannot get over for this time around and nothing else is working out, I have to do this irrespective of the reciprocation that it will bring to me. But then after all it is my perspective and I am not holding it for or against anybody.

If one cannot keep funding gifting their children for life time some or other way , it is lost battle of good parenting – one has failed miserably. Yes, this is the extremity I get to hear day in and out. Now that I am already a mother of 1 year old, it strikes me even more than before. If X amount of money is all I have to do something for my daughter i.e. keep the money safe and get her married grandly and keep funding gifting her for whatever span of life we are together or EDUCATE her with her choices,given the background that I am born and brought up in to , to educate her is the only way forward in my view. I don’t see the other options at all.And that is what has been done for both us in-spite of the fact that we both are girls – okay quiet ordinary thing,I know. We were happily let pursue streams of our choices irrespective of the money matter, and to me this is a thing that stands out. Thought and cost of getting us married did not inter-vain ruin our education choices. Not any single thing of it has come easy and every penny was worth a count. And now that we are officially educated and employed with decent jobs , why on the earth someone would feel bad if we flaunt it as an achievement? or should I ignore this as an example of the famous saying of sore grapes? or it is an attempt to make me look down even more for real unworthy reason as many around know I am the best example of what a low self esteem can be and this tricks can work wonders easily on me?

If I/we working women have respect for those who are home makers, I wonder what makes society look down upon us? May be we don’t have cleanest houses, we my not be master chefs, we may have a little spoiled kids.My question does staying at home guarantee that all the above mentioned and similar things ? If you boast that it takes almost nothing to go out,find and sustain a job, I openly challenge to those coward minds to literally go out and just try getting it. If being humble is considered as your availability at disposal, perhaps it is time to stop being so then.

I know I shouldn’t give s**t about this entire thinking process which is sign of literacy and not education. Every one is free to make choices about what makes to the top of their own priority list but definitely not free to rule out someone else’s choices. It is individuals decisions to choose and I believe we should respect each others or atleast avoid bad mouthing if cannot respect.

I seek strength and patience from almighty so that no effort can deter my efforts of seeing good over evil,to be able to pass on the legacy of good thoughts and not any of material thing to my next generation. Amen…!

इतनी शक्ति हमें देना दाता
मनका विश्वास कमजोर हो ना…

P.S. – I have not written this post to point out someone specific and have no intentions to hurt anyone’s sentiments.

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To the complete Big 1


Well your mumma almost missed it and is late as always. It was on 29th and that is more than couple of days back. They say better late than never, so here I am.

Wish you a very happy first birthday sweetheart. Love to the moon and back and blessings from all of us. May you be blessed with best of everything you would ever cherish for.

We made sure to keep the celebration as simple as possible as we didn’t wanted to see you cry, feel annoyed and give up on everything. You are too small for all this and we promise the one absolutely the way you want when you yourself can tell us about how you want it to be. We know somewhere that we disappointed many people around doing this, but it was all for you and so we wanted it to be suitable for you and nothing else was even of concern.

Capturing your milestones on the occasion of the D day here :

You can almost walk without any support. I wish I could protect you from the contaminated air and just have a pure thing for you to breath and save you from all those viral things,sigh. It brought you down and made you weak to the core. Hoping for your seepdy recovery.

Oh yes how can we forget about your teething, 1 is clearly out and others have started peeping out. Cannot wait to see you as our cute little bunny with two upper ones out :). I know it is way too painful for you but this is how we all have it, so hang on you are almost there.

You can speak now, yeah the clear words. Most important you gladly call me “Aai” with that cute smile and you know it is a thing to die for. You have no idea how much I have been waiting for this to happen since you started blabbering.

You have started recognising a few animals and fondly try to imitate there voices. I am trying my best to capture and preserve it all.

You are getting addicted to rhymes played on the phone, and I don’t have a clear solution as to how can I make you forget this as I am not around you 24X7. This and such similar things gives me and your papa worries to an extent that we end thinking of quitting the work as solution to put an end to all this mess 😦

Last but not the least you are improving on sleep hours in the night and I can have a sleep for 4 hours straight uninterrupted. This is quite an achievement for both of us , ain’t it 😉

I don’t know for what reason but I am not able to bring this post to an inline end, putting an end with these lines:

My baby

waving a good bye


You opened eyes, so did I,

you smiled and almost said hi…!

Cutenss of your palm and those little fingers,

sparkling eyes ,of what all should I wonder..?

Me cleaning it all and you creating a mess,

You and me only know that we make most out of this haste…!

You saw me dressed and waved a blabbering good bye,

Making my move easy just to see you soon my sweety pai…..! 🙂

random…


Not excited for THE DAY at all and scratching head for a reason – is it for the fact that the boy isn’t around ? or that I am mother of a 10 month old now ?or perhaps I am going to hit a big number-another decade. 🙂

right there…!


Sherlock Holmes – The Complete Collection, cannot put it down. Right there finally. Yay 🙂

Loving it ❤️❤️

weird


Some random thoughts crossing my mind and WEIRD is the word that popped up.

So yours truly was looking for some fancy Bluetooth speaker -yeah the old good hobby of owning fancy tech things is back with a bang.. smirk, ohh did I tell you that we own DSLR now, yeah we do the one ;).

Back to the point, so what one would look for while buying any of the new gadget? In the era of stream it all, i am the one looking for decent storage space on the device so that I don’t need to stream it all. Thanks to telecom operators for the commandable network service 😐 oh yes , radio is what I crave to have on the cellphone, yeah the only thing I didn’t like about my Nexus was, absence of radio. You see, do any one of you out there still listen to radio?Like listen to whatever is played on the air and not what you want to listen? Well the delightful feeling of getting your favourite number played without you asking for it is fenomenoal, and I am in totally love with it.

Bluetooth speaker, the one I am looking for, ofcourse I am looking for the one that can play decent audio, but wouldn’t it be great to have a SD card slot on it? Now you get the gist of weirdness I am made of, ain’t you?. Though I have a list of reasons behind asking such thing, isn’t it a demand in contradiction with the meaning of the name that device holds? Why on the earth someone would ask for a card slot if device’s moto of the life is to play audio over Bluetooth? Creepy, so am I 😉

I don’t know how to bring this post to an end and not sure if it is making any sense at all, well who cares….!

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