I was taken aback when I first heard my then 5 year old son say these words. It was a normal weekday and we were returning from his sports. While waiting outside the lift my son threw me this bouncer. I went reeling but, as you can imagine, I could not show it! Very carefully … More ‘Mom, why are we born when we all have to die?’ Asked my very own Siddhartha
There are times in our lives when we meet someone and fall in love with them. Then there are some relationships where we invest a lot of ourselves because we are that kind of a person. We care with such involvement that we do not even bother to pick up signals that maybe the other … More Dare to Care
October 10th was International Mental Health Awareness Day and as this week comes to an end I want to draw attention to another aspect of mental health that is just as worrisome – Childhood Depression. Sounds preposterous? Have a look at these facts and figures – According to a Mental Health report released by WHO … More A Childhood Lost
If we cannot see it, does it mean it does not exist? Our need to define everything, our need fit everything into the parameters of what we can touch and feel often limits our ability to be compassionate about what we cannot explain. When someone falls ill and we can see the symptoms, it is … More Why so Sad?
Hide and seek, lock and key, chain-chain, these are games from my childhood that I played with my friends. I would rush down prompt at 5 pm and play until dusk. Sometimes we’d sit down in a circle to play games with a handkerchief and chant rhymes to go with our games. We rode cycles … More Games at Twilight
Hari Hari wasundhara pe neela neela ye gagan Ye kiske baadlon ki paalki uda rahe pawan Ye kis kavi ki kalpana ka nisar hai Ye kaun chitrakar hai ye kaun chitrakar! Nature has many wonders. Nothing in this universe misses its routine. The sun shines everyday and the wind blows every autumn. This delicate balance … More The Wonder of Predictability
All parents come to a stage where they want their kids to become independent and yet when the little things start to flutter their wings we want to snatch them back and hide them under our wings. I had one of these moments last week when my 8 year old went for a five day … More Flight to Freedom