From the heart of a woman
Remember a year back when the lockdown was just implemented and everyone started working from home? How all the ladies went crazy like zombies! I, myself remember grumbling, I don’t have the freedom to sit and have coffee at peace. I don’t have the freedom …
Paakhi quickly read the Paigam ‘ I heard your mom saying that you are not keeping well. In all these months, we have never talked. But your first sight was intoxicating. I have observed you, admired you and even dreamt of you ever since then. …
“Paakhi… Come quickly else we will miss the bus.” Paakhi’s mother called out to her. A few miles away from Palampur, Paakhi lived in a kacha ghar in a secluded corner of the village, reserved for dalits. In the plight to escape the discrimination from …
The greens and blues of the valley were risen to a new and vibrant glow by the sunrise. The spiral road was surrounded by pine trees on one side and tea gardens on the other. The first rays of the sun illuminated the snow clad …
I was born in a very traditional family and lead a very sheltered and protected life till 24 years of age. All my time was spent in studies or helping my mom with household chores. By the time I finished my post-graduation my parents found …
For the last week I have been missing my mayeka a lot. Amidst this pandemic, I haven’t been able to visit my mom even in the summer vacations. Yesterday morning, while talking to my mom, I just burst out and all I heard was, “We …
. I stared at him in astonishment when my mind suffocated my throat with words stuck in it, “Why so many utensils?? Who will wash them?” My mind whispered, “Your hubby. Dishes are his responsibility these days, let him do.” I giggled, tucked the smile in my tight lips and became a mute spectator helping my husband in arranging the ingredients.
There was a time when everybody had kids in a couple of years after marriage. Couples who didn’t become parents in the 1st two years of marriage were looked down upon by society. Gone are those days when it was necessary to marry to become …
This is a late, late post. Last month had been physically and mentally taxing because finally, my son’s formal school started in April. I had penned this down but forgot to publish it. Imagine the kind of routines I was going through… The orientation ceremony …