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Dear Daughter...

When down,

Continue Reading 26 Oct 2018

My father is a "connector".

I want to share with you one of the most important things I learned from my father (after decades of him trying to teach it to me). It’s something I actively resisted for years only to now find myself doing exactly that.

Continue Reading 25 Oct 2018

#LettersToSelf

On unkind days, be kind to yourself. It sounds easy, but it isn’t.

Continue Reading 20 Oct 2018

We are with you

When I was in 10th grade our class got a new class teacher. Priyanka mam. Ours was an Islamic school in Bangalore and she was one of the few non Muslim teachers. She was newly married and had just moved from Lucknow to be with her husband who she adored.

Continue Reading 18 Oct 2018

You see me here?

You see me here? Eyes glazed from lack of sleep, punctuated by dark circles. Skin and lips dry because I forget to drink water, let alone moisturize. Motherhood is as unglamorous as it gets. But guess what, when I took this pic I was happy and content. I’d put in Z into the Aseema carrier and she snuggled closed to me and just fell asleep like that. 30 mins of...

Continue Reading 15 Oct 2018

Me Too

Me Too

Continue Reading 11 Oct 2018
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