The Life and Times of an Indian Homemaker. Practical Ways to Love Grieving Parents at Christmas. Bereaved parents feel increasing pressure as the days count down toward December 25th. Everywhere we look families are celebrating togetherness and happy moments. Our hearts rejoice for each home that has a full table and an unbroken circle.

Saturday, January 10, 2015. Smelling of the land beyond the bays. Enveloping within it your sure touch. It keeps me warm till. Even if the winds decide to tarry. An armor against the gloom and weather. Woven with the yarn of love and prayer. Is the sweater knit by my mother. Tuesday, December 02, 2014. We are and we want to be vulnerable humans and not be transformed into rocks. Just be gone already! .

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The morning of my vidai I was smiling and laughing away while the rest of my family, were crying. It was at that moment that I realized that my childhood is over.

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Thursday, June 25, 2009. If your father is a poor man, it is your fate but,. I was born intelligent,. Practice makes the man perfect. Then what exactly are the others here for? Since light travels faster than sound,. People appear bright until you hear them speak. Behind every successful man, there is a woman.

Saturday, May 30, 2009. The loud rattle on the door woke me up. I looked at the watch, it was 6 am. I had been asleep only 2 hours after I came late from the party. I got up cursing whoever was knocking the door. I found Mukul standing there, tense and breathless. He shot himself in the bathroom. Mom is serious, please come quick. But why did he do this? .

Clatter of the window panes woke me up. A cool easterly was blowing the curtains away. The sky was turning deep red, but the sun was yet to be seen. Koo-ooo, koo-ooo, a koel was singing somewhere. Ki-ki-ki, the female responded only after a few calls. I used to get irritated by this sound. I got up with a start and leapt out of bed. Ouch, my legs, they hurt.

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