The Packet Of Broken Biscuits

It was summer time, a time when Ammamma visited Radhika’s place for a whole month. Having her around was a blessing for Radhika and Gautam as Ammamma handled their six year old Ganesh with complete ease and it was delightful and satisfying to watch the grandmother- grandson duo weave their precious memories for life together. On Monday morning as Radhika was busy finishing her chores … Continue reading The Packet Of Broken Biscuits

My Precious Child ❤️

Daughters love you differently ! they say,But don’t sons do that too?Being a parent itself is so lovely a journey ,Let’s stop differentiating between the two! Highlighting one, overshadowing the other,Is so unfair, go ask a mother,Who goes through the pregnancy, bears the pain,The efforts to raise them is just the same. The gender of your child can’t really limit the love a child can … Continue reading My Precious Child ❤️

Zamaana Badal Raha Hain !

THE TIMES – THEY ARE CHANGING…. I remember that in our childhood days, the younger ones in the house were often told stories like “we got you from the fruit seller” or “we found you crying in a dustbin near our house” ? Just for fun sake, that’s obvious, but the insecurity on their innocent faces on hearing such stories and the precious eye to … Continue reading Zamaana Badal Raha Hain !