Do I think about him you ask? I don’t. I cannot. Because thinking is a conscious action. Something mindful and knowing. He is innate. He is always there. Somewhere. In my gestures. In my words. In my emotions. In my moods.
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it was back!
The room was brimming with euphoria. The guffaws seamlessly fused into the clanking of the glasses. Humourous anecdotes were shared – some new and some fond reminiscences.
As I stood up to fetch the bowl of nachos from the kitchen, I scanned the hall and let out a smile. It was amazing to witness how my girl squad had managed to sprawl together on the miniature sofa.
9 Tips For Indian Bloggers On How To Make Money Through Blogging
“How can I make money blogging?”– This question is invariably posed at me by budding bloggers as well as online media platforms.
The blogging space has transformed in leaps and bounds over the span of last few years. From being a niche domain which was nowhere near being considered as a reliable career path, it has evolved into a becoming a hot and burgeoning profession with ample opportunities to rake in the moolah.
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Those Thirty Minutes!
“Only thirty minutes, please! I promise it won’t go beyond that”, Saachi pleaded.
“Ok fine! But, do not expect more than this from me. My company does not pay me to babysit kids. I have to work my ass off so that you can all have a chilled out life.” responded Vihaan in a tone that reeked of high-handedness.
and so the adventure begins…
Ananya tenderly caressed her toddler’s forehead before scuttling towards the kitchen. The utensils were strewn around on the platform and the succulent tomatoes lay splattered on the floor. She let out a long sign of despair. Though exhausted to the bone, she got into action instantly. She had no choice in any case. Later that night, while rummaging through the cabinet for her 13-year-old’s report card, Ananya wondered if her humdrum existence would ever take an exciting turn. Suddenly, her eyes sparkled at the sight of her childhood love.
“Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone”
…And so the adventure began!
~ Anupama Dalmia ~
What’s our Worth?
Some days are like that. You struggle as a mother. You crumble due to the daily grind. You find yourself on crossroads. You end up feeling lost. Doubts creep in. Loneliness kicks in. You unwillingly answer a call from an unknown number.
And then you hear a voice after five years! It’s a wedding invitation. You had counseled her when she was rescued from the clutches of trafficking. Suddenly, things fall into perspective. You are reminded of what defines you. You realize that this is the true measure of your worth – the lives you have touched along the way.
~ Anupama Dalmia ~
The Parenting Conundrum
“Mom, I will do it myself. Don’t help me.”, she repeated assertively.
“No, but…”.
Before I could debate any further, she exclaimed in an unparalleled state of excitement.
” I did it, Mom! I did it all by myself.”
The Vicious Circle
Streams of sweat dribbled down her forehead. She cursed the searing and sultry weather for the umpteenth time as her palms worked efficiently and pummelled the flour with accurate precision to knead the perfect dough. Satisfied with the outcome, she decided to catch some shut-eye and trudged towards the living room.
I’m An Unsure, Average Writer
With a swarm of ideas in my head,
I perch on the sofa and begin my tread.
I think, I write, I think and I erase,
Only to involuntarily find myself staring into blank space.
The Valentine’s Day that wasn’t
It was a special day for us. A milestone of sorts! We celebrated the occasion with pomp and ebullience. Love and bliss filled the air with an intoxicating charm that elevated our spirits to a new high. First month birthdays are memorable indeed.
As we gaped at her angelic toothless grin in awe, she let out a loud wail signalling that it was time for a diaper change. It suddenly struck me then. It was Valentine’s Day too! I smiled as I watched him clean her up while I rested. That day I realized love comes in many forms.
~ Anupama Dalmia ~