Days you make me mad, ways you make me glad!!!

Dear Kids,

There are days when my patience grows thin and I lose it totally. I try hard, really hard every moment not to get mad on you but I can’t help it. It’s for your good only, I need to discipline you, you need to learn manners, sharing and loving each other. I don’t expect you to behave like well-behaved grown ups. I surely want you to live and enjoy your childhood to the fullest, do all possible mischieves that you can do and that I can’t even imagine in my weirdest dreams. I want you to play in the mud, get dirty, explore my kitchen, make the mess and make impossible possible. But at the same time, I want you not to behave like an alien and treat me as a human too. Today was surely one of those days and I was highly irritated while potty train you. I know you both had secretly planned to make your Mom crazy today by taking off your diapers and pajamas and pooping everywhere except the toilet.

And when that was not enough, you put all your toys on your poop (All this in 10 mins while I was attending a delivery boy). On top of that, while I was cleaning the mess after washing you both, I could still hear you bickering in the other room, giggling and plotting for some other master stroke.

Are you really testing my patience?

On such days, after tucking you in bed, I peek in your door and watch you sleeping with your favourite soft toy buried under your chin and your innocent face squished against your pillow. And I wonder how I could I do this to you? How could I ever get frustrated at you? All my anger vanishes and my heart melts just by a glance of yours. Just a sight of yours is enough to calm me down and all other things seem silly. You are my life lines. My stress busters.

Even when I am crabby in the morning trying to finish my tea between cracking eggs into the pan for your breakfast.  Even when you get into my blanket at night and sleep over my arm and I can’t move and I wish for few more hours of rest.  Even when you cry for no reason and run around the house with your sipper, spilling water everywhere. Even when you aren’t thankful for the food I cook for you and push it back, making faces and saying “NOOOOO”. Even then, I’d rather be here, tired, sulky but still cooking for you than anywhere else in the world.

You know I had always dreamt of having twins since college days, but I never knew God will actually listen to my prayers. You were prayed for, longed for, and wanted with all of my heart. I wouldn’t trade these moments of frustration, tiredness for anything in the entire world. I wouldn’t trade this life for the one where I was refreshed. I wouldn’t trade a second of the pain that comes with raising you up for any other life. Not even in a trillion of years I would.

I admit, I get mad. I get frustrated. I get very very upset and dead tired but I’d still pick up your toys, crayons, clothes and clean the mess endless times. You know why? Because I am the luckiest person that I get to be your Mamma. Because I’m the richest person in the entire universe to have two precious jewels around me, I am the happiest person that I get to raise you. It is my biggest joy to wake you up daily morning and singing lullaby for you every night.

I know I’m not a pro in parenting, I’m not even close to a perfect mom. I lose it, I overreact, I make big issues out of small things, I make mistakes but most importantly, I love you. I love you more than anything is this world, more than myself. My heart is all yours. I promise to love you and live for you today and tomorrow.

With lots of love, forever yours,

M for Mamma 🙂

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Do I need to be fair to look beautiful?

In this society where the criteria of beauty has always been fair skin, I also fell a victim to it. Since childhood, I have been listening to endless suggestions and comments like “Use fair & lovely regularly”, “chandan facepack is good for skin tone like you”, “besan ka ubtan will make you fair without fail, use it daily”, “You should bleach your skin” and what not. I realised people can go to any level to look fairer without giving a second thought that it might affect their skin quality because of the harsh chemicals. All they want is a beautiful, fair, glowing girl. Even the matrimonial ads say “Seeking fair girl”. You will never find dark skinned poster babies. Pregnant ladies are advised to eat some particular foods to give birth to a fair child. 
 
Being a wheatish girl, I also had developed a feeling of inferiority complex from every single person who was fairer than me. I never liked to get pics clicked in the dark or with fair people as everyone used to tell me “It will come out as black and white”, I used to choose clothes very cautiously so that I don’t look darker. I started avoiding going out in sun. People used to ask where she is gone if we were in a dark room or theatre. I used to laugh with all of them but within my heart, it was humiliating. 
 
In initial years of life, I never gave a flip about how I looked and I was a carefree girl but gradually as I grew older, I started noticing the comments of everyone, I started losing confidence. As a young girl, those silly comments had really brought me down. All those stupid things people had said hurted me to an extent that I started seeing myself in such a twisted way, the world sees me and which I would never ever wish for someone else.
 
In the quest to lighten my skin color, I tried all the beauty soaps and creams available in the market but realised nothing worked for me. I don’t blame those ubtans or products because I did not have enough patience to complete their course and wanted to get the result overnight. So, finally I discovered that all those soaps and creams might get browner with my application but they can’t do any good to me. It is when I stopped focusing on it as I knew I couldn’t do much about it. (Confession: A part of me still wanted to look fair)
But over the years, I realised it’s about the inner beauty and not the external one. To me, the most beautiful person on this Earth was my father, who was also a dark complexioned person but I had never seen more beautiful person inside out than him. After a lot of introspection, I asked myself “Do I really need to have fair skin to look beautiful? Papa is dark too but he has a heart of gold, everyone loves him. Then why do I want a white skin? Why I am running after it for years? When I treat him as my role model then why to change the way I look? Why can’t I be happy in my own skin? It is when I noticed my strengths and virtues and really started loving myself.  


Colorism is a growing disease which discriminates individuals on the basis of their complexion. We are embedded with a sick mentality that “You need to have a fair complexion to look pretty”. Indian media and Bollywood has surely added more onto this delusion by promoting more and more fairness products showcasing a girl who is not getting married because of her dark skin and when she uses such whitewashing products, she gets her prince charming OR even worse, she gets a job only after getting fair. There are many Bollywood actor and actresses with dark skin who underwent beauty treatments to become fairer setting an example for this society and promoting this fallacy.
We should learn to love people for their soul and heart which actually makes one beautiful and not the skin colour. Time takes the toll of beautiful skin, it’s gets rashes and wrinkles but internal beauty never dies. We as a society have to stop shaming people and putting them down for the things that make them unique. It could be anything – skin colour, voice, dressing sense, lifestyle anything. 
This message is for al the beautiful people out there. You are beautiful in your own way, stop seeing yourself with others eyes and believe in your inner beauty. Love yourself the way you are and the world will love you too. You can conquer the world with your uniqueness and not being fair.
Today, I happily say Yes, I’m beautifully brown!!!

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Happy Mother is the key to happy family!!!

Being a Mom is not a cheesy job and when it comes to Mom of multiples, trust me it is not for the faint of heart.

Every mom’s life revolves around her family only. Their schedules, their hobbies, their choices, their food and even their health. So, basically its all about them – husband, kids, in laws, pets etc etc. We try to give our best, day in and day out to cater their requirements. And in this journey, while continually striving to become superwoman, we make many sacrifices to ensure our kids and other family members have everything they need to be happy. But what about us, the sole caretakers? We ignore ourselves physically, emotionally and end up being sick and frustrated at times. Don’t get me wrong here – there is nothing more rewarding than seeing my kids growing beautifully and happily and it’s worth all the sacrifices and sleepless nights. But as a mom, we should realise that we are also important. We are that pillar of the family without which the family members will not be happy and complete. So, high time we should start taking care of ourselves too.

I don’t believe in resolutions as such as every year on second day itself, I break them so this year I called it as a”promise” to myself for taking proper care of myself, staying healthy and happy.

So, here are few changes I have adopted and can see the difference in a month itself. I have found a new version of me – a happier and healthier one. I wish I did this long before but better late than never, so here you go:

Waking up half an hour early: I used to be a night owl and never a morning person but it is rightly said “jab sar pe padti hai, sab karna padta hai”, so after marriage, like any other wife, I also started getting up relatively early but now I get up 30 mins earlier than I used to do it before a month. Morning schedule of moms in every family is jam packed, cooking breakfast, packing lunch for husband, kids, getting kids ready for school etc etc etc so again it’s about others only. Waking up half an hour early gives me some time alone with my husband, when we can sip our morning coffee together, do some yoga or exercise. I personally find this the best change I did as I feel fit and recharged for handling kids tantrums and other challenges, the day has in store for me.

Eating healthy, eating on time:  I was never a health conscious person when it comes to me. Though, I make sure I feed my family, my kids everything healthy but this rule was never applicable on me. In the quest to finish all the household chores and office stuff, I ran empty stomach frequently, munched on chips, snacks, skipped meals and kept ignoring my health. But, not anymore!!!

Now, I make sure to grab my morning tea and breakfast on time. Only eating healthy is not important, eating on time is more important. Be consistent to your routine. Eat well and on time. Add more fruits, veggies in your diet and less sugar, salt, processed food, aerated drinks. Keep yourself hydrated. You bet, you will see the difference in a month.

(Chocolate is something I am still trying to curb my craving for, but here, success seems quite far!)

Work out: I have a lean body so never felt the need to hit the gym. But now, I have started going on evening walks. Once my husband is back home from work, I make sure to get out of my nest for a brisk walk alone. To be honest, I feel so drained out by the evening that I have no energy to exercise so I go on a walk or jog sometimes. Walking on grass barefoot soothes me a lot. Those few mins of freshness leaves me like a happy soul decked up for the rest of the action packed evening. As some work out is important at some age, it serves as a stress buster too. Other options could be joining a dance class/aerobics/Zumba etc. See what best suits you.

Pamper yourself: To me makeup is just putting lipstick and kajal. But lately, I realised sometimes, it’s good to shower some love to yourself too. Replacing your 2 mins shower with a relaxing bubble bath on weekends when your husband can take care of the kids will do wonders. Book a spa session for yourself, a manicure, pedicure, facial, haircut. Buy a new dress, gift yourself flowers, drool over your favourite food and everything that makes you feel good about yourself. Why to wait for someone to pamper you, go ahead mommy, take a break.

Dress up: Make a habit of dressing up well daily even if you are home and not going out. No pajamas anymore, get yourself a new wardrobe with comfortable clothes, tees, palazzos etc. You will feel good about yourself. Take a minute out to make up your beautiful tresses instead of that old messy bun.

Go out with friends: Keeping in touch with friends after kids is not easy but a day in a month won’t harm anyone. Plan a girls out with your friends, fellow mommies, with whom you can talk your heart out, listen and relate to them without any judgments. A lunch date, shopping or just a cup of coffee together will do the job. This will make you feel you are not alone in tired mommy’s club.

Self care is not being selfish, rather it’s rewarding. These little breaks what I call as “Me time” or “Mommy time” proved to be very rejuvenating. Little changes in lifestyle can make big  differences. So mommies, take a vow and stop doing disservice to yourself and your family by ignoring yourself. Add yourself, your happiness, your health in your priority list too. Remember you are precious and your family needs you and it’s going to be a win win game in the end.

I am totally loving the changes and the new me. Please let me know your views too. Love!

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First Indian festival of the year – Lohri!

In India, Lohri is celebrated on the eve of Makar Sankranti which is the last day of the month of Paush. It follows the Bikrami calendar and falls on 13th January of the Gregorian calendar. The festival commemorates the passing of the Hindi month paush and welcomes Hindi month Magha. It is predominantly celebrated in the Northern states of India especially Punjab and Haryana where the farmers celebrate it with abundant joy and pompous.

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Why it is celebrated:

  • The significance of this festival mainly lies in harvesting of rabi crops. Mainly it is an agricultural festival and represents the end of rabi crop. The farmers sow more wheat seeds in the coming months to start afresh and pray for their wealthy crop.
  • Another reason to celebrate Lohri is the passing of Winter Solstice. Paush is considered to be the chilliest month of the year when the sun is rarely visible or rises late. The passing of the month signifies an early sunrise giving way to summer.
  • Lohri is also a significant festival for newly wed couples and newborns in the family. The first Lohri of new couple and the baby is a grand celebration and they are the centre of attraction. Family and friends are invited and they bestow their best wishes, prayers and gifts to the the couple and little one. The bride’s family visit her a day before and offer gifts and festival specific food and sweets to her family.
  • Lohri celebrates the presence of God. Gods like Agni and Surya (God of fire) are commemorated by the bonfire. People sacrifice food into the bonfire to please the Gods and get their blessings. It is believed that the bigger the fire, the better the luck one will have.

How Lohri is celebrated:

No Indian festival is celebrated without any significant rituals. Lohri is also celebrated in a rich way and it unites together everyone. Some of the rituals of Lohri are:

  • Bonfire is the main ritual of this festival. People of a locality gather at one place after sunset and set up bonfire using wood and hay. It is then lit and people circle around the bonfire with food plates in their hands and sacrifice food items in the fire like popcorns, peanuts, sweets, sugarcane sticks, revri (a sweet made of jaggery, sugar, sesame seeds) and later distribute the rest of the food left in their plates to each other and the less privileged ones. While performing this ritual they recite prayers and later sing folk songs. Milk and water are also poured around the bonfire which signifies the Hindu custom of praying to the God.
  • Folk songs, music, bhangra (Indian folk dance) and drums (dhol) are the intrinsic part of the celebration, people dance around the bonfire and spread joy.dhol
  • As it is a festival of winters, people after performing the rituals sit near the bonfire and warm up their hands and body.
  • Some people believe in the Lohri Goddess and prepare Her statue using cow dung. They light the fire upon her to celebrate the festival and gather her blessings.
  • After performing the rituals, people drool themselves in various delicacies like sarso-da-saag (mustard leaves), makke-di-roti (maize flour bread) with jaggery, chikki and gajak (Indian sweets). 

 

 

  • The elders offer gifts to the younger members of the family and bless them. Especially the newly married couple and newborns. 
  • It is celebrated with open heart and lot of fun in schools and offices also.

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  • Next day, the poor children visit house to house singing folk songs and the house owners give them the same food which they sacrificed to the fire (popcorns, revri, sweets etc.) and money as prasad (offering of God). The families having newly weds or newborns are asked for bigger treats and turning away people empty handed is treated as inauspicious.

    Lohri essentially is a festival of joy. The people of Punjab hold it perfectly, and the significance is great. Among hundreds of festivals, Lohri holds a very special place in India.

    I hope my post was able to give you some insight about Lohri festival. Thanks for reading and Happy Lohri everyone!

Life goes on…

A person with lot of fame and wealth
Constantly sick, struggles to maintain a good health
A mansion with all the luxuries
All the members full of stress, disagreements and worries
A mad in love husband and wife
Unable to give birth to a new life
Aspiring student unable to accept his dream job offer
Expected to grow his family business and support his father
A pretty, educated, independent girl
Longs to get a perfect match, feels alone in her own world
Old loving parents living in despair
Children settled abroad, no one to care
But that’s what life’s all about
It’s you only who can turn it around
Acceptance is the only key to survive
Don’t lose faith, don’t forget to strive!!!

Keepsake ideas for your children!

Every parents wish to give their kids not only all the pleasure of life but also the best memories. I am no different. Every now and then I think what all I can treasure for my kids. Gifts are not necessarily always monetary. So here are few low cost and best keepsake ideas for your kids which they will cherish throughout their lives:

Their tiny hand and footprints – You can get many ideas over the internet how to create this. You can either get this done through a professional or by yourself. Being a DIY Mom, I did it on my own using fabric color and water. I used primer to fasten the color and framed it. You can use clay, plaster of paris etc to make one. As in India, Navratris are considered holy days and girls are worshipped so I took my daughters footprints on their first Navratri.

Newspaper of their birth day – Retain the newspaper of the lucky day when your little bundle of joy came into the world. He / She will get to know what all things / incidents took place on their arrival.

Monthly Photo Albums –  My parents maintained a lovely album of my childhood with my pics in it in a chronological order. How beautifully I was growing old month by month, can be seen through it. You can mention the date, place of the pic along with your kids activities, likes, dislikes in that month. I cherish seeing it everytime I visit my parents as it’s still with them, I am sure your kid will treasure it too.

Scrapbook –  You can gift your kids a scrapbook with his / her pics from bump to birthday, school, college, friends, achievements. Pics of their favorite toy, dress, food etc.

Teacher’s diary – You can maintain a diary in which take the feedback and remarks from all your child’s teachers starting babysitter, if  any, preschool, kindergarten, school till college. Try to get the remarks from all the mentors with their picture and tenure with your child. 

Mummy’s Tummy Moments – You can make a little album of your ultrasound pics, starting from your positive pregnancy report along with pictures of all the ultrasounds you had during your pregnancy. In a nutshell explain the journey of your 9 months. The moments when you started feeling nausea, felt the first kick, your sudden food aversions and fondness everything.

Customised blanket – You can use their favorite old tiny frocks / dresses to make a blanket for them with their name on the top or center and patches all around. A cozy keepsake forever.

1st birthday collage – Prepare a collage of the first year starting from their first ever picture in the hospital and further and stick them in a shape of alphabet 1. On their birthday you can ask guests to leave their blessings and messages for them on the same.

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Hope you liked the above ideas and will be able to make at least one of these for your children. If you have any more ideas or suggestions, please share in the comments section, I will be very happy to know.

Fake or the real you?

We are living in a world of fakeness where encountering realism is no less than a blessing. People are imitating each other, from dressing to eating habits, socializing to lifestyle and living a completely wannabe life instead of who they really are. Life is no longer about emotions, content, empathy, it’s about being a people pleaser, flaunting your made-up version and be in the good books of everyone.

Friendships are for purpose, more the benefits, stronger the friendship. It’s the source for people to take maximum advantage of the other and leave them once the motive is accomplished. But sadly such friendships don’t last longer as the foundation itself is shaky. It only leaves behind grumpy souls with grudges in their hearts and awkward silences.

Insecurities are increasing – My best friend got a new friend, I should be alert. Oh! they went on a holiday, why should I stay back. She has got a new hair color, all are praising her, I am no less than her, let me redo mine too, neighbor bought a new car, I should buy a bigger one…and the list goes on & on…

In the midst of all this, there are people who are still true to themselves and maintained their originality, hence they are treated as ‘NOT SUITABLE’. People around them try to shape them like they are but when they don’t succeed, their true colors are seen. They don’t have guts to thrash them openly on their faces but as soon as they turn their back, the real crib game starts. The interesting part is this cribbing is not only for those real folks but also for their ‘so called friends’.

People themselves don’t know what they are chasing, what they are running after. They are just a part of herd race with no direction. Things are done to show off the world, what fancy lifestyle they are leading, which brands they are wearing, which exotic locations they are traveling and thanks to the social media for being the best channel.

Life is short, there is no time for fake socializing. Think if you really need to have unnecessary drama and politics in your life. Do you really want to be with people who don’t make you feel loved and wanted. And it’s not that we don’t know, all of us have get those ‘VIBES’, if not at first meet then in 2-3 meetings itself, we get to know who we can actually get along well and who we can’t.

So why not invest your precious time with people who celebrate your presence and cut the negativity from your life. Be yourself, spend time with your loved ones, be at peace. Work on improving your shortcomings rather than finding faults at others. Cherish the little joys with people who you really love and who love you back. Keep the ego, grudges away and embrace the positivity and goodness around you.

Sister from different mother!

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Shikha always wanted to be a model, rather top model. But parents’ pressure made her join one of the best institutes of the country. She had been a meritorious student since childhood and now managed to attain a decent score in JEE Main and got selected in one of the most prestigious college. She dreamt of becoming an engineer like her dad and focused on it from last many years but lately developed an interest in fashion industry and walking on the ramp. She was tall, slim, had a perfectly shaped body, long curly hair. Overall, a captivating beauty, well suited to be a model…ah top model. But destiny took her to this college.

It was the first day in the college. With no interest, she took a seat near the window at the back of the class next to which Vimmy was sitting. It was their first encounter. Infact, Vimmy was the first person whom Shikha met in the college. They exchanged their coordinates before the lecture started. Days passed and they became good friends. They were always together in the class, lunch, breaks, library and recess. Shikha used to reserve seat for Vimmy next to her as she was mostly a late comer. Vimmy was a single child of her parents and  a happy go lucky type girl with whom everyone wanted to be but Vimmy and Shikha were always busy in their own world.

They were doing well in their assignments and semester exams. Faculty members had a good image of both of them. It was college’s annual function and they participated in many activities, together and solo. It was then, Vimmy discovered Shikha’s dream of becoming a model when she saw her performing in the fashion show with so much of confidence and perfect attitude. Shikha also confessed it to her on insisting and narrated how she ended up doing this course.

Two years passed by and their friendship grew stronger. But there was something which was bothering Shikha. Vimmy was behaving weird from the last few days, she was happy but quiet which was not usual. On asking, she just used to shyly smile and change the topic. Shikha was irritated by now and wanted to find out what the real matter was. One day they were doing assignments together in the hostel room of Vimmy when Shikha found a diary which read “My journey”. Shikha quietly kept it in her bag and soon after left for her house. She was excited to read the diary in her bag assuming she might get to know about what Vimmy was up to.

As soon as she finished dinner, she went into her room and started reading Vimmy’s diary. She was amazed to read the story of her  life in a poetic manner which she had narrated flawlessly. Starting from her childhood memories, birthday parties, family vacations, summer holidays, teenage years, her bond with her parents, her desire to have a sibling sister and lastly to publish her book one day. In the second part of the diary, she had framed about her friendship with Shikha and also that she found a sister in her. Shikha was touched and a tear rolled over her cheeks with happiness. She was more engrossed in reading the diary now and then she discovered the reason of Vimmy’s changed attitude these days. She had secretly developed a liking for one of her professor in the college. And this was from the second year itself which turned into a passionate love now. Shikha could not believe her eyes and again read those feelings which Vimmy had drafted very beautifully. Her love, passion, craziness was quite visible through her words. She could not wait to meet her the next day.

The next morning when Shikha asked Vimmy to bunk that professor’s class, Vimmy was puzzled as Shikha never bunked any class. It was always Vimmy who used to make such plans, not for that professor ofcourse, but others. Vimmy was reluctant bunking the class and made endless excuses to attend. Shikha kept teasing her with something or the other and then handed over her diary back to Vimmy. Now the entire story was clear to Vimmy. She was angry with Shikha why she read her personal stuff but at the same time blushing over as her secret was out. Since then they not only used to attend Prof. Singh’s lectures but also the extra classes which he used to take for the students having any doubts. He was a young professor, an alumnus of that college itself, just two years senior to them. He had a nice built and a very attractive personality, any girl would fall for.

It was the last year of the course and Vimmy still didn’t share her feelings to him as she wanted things to be like that only. But Shikha had some other plans. They were busy in their internships in the different companies and were able to catch up only on weekends. The exams were nearing so they decided to meet only once in a month.

Exams were over and they did well this time too. It was the last day in the college and their farewell party. Both of them met at the college and sat on the same seats where they met for the very first time. With heavy hearts they bid goodbye to each other as they were posted in different cities on their respective jobs. They promised to be in touch forever and meet as and when possible. Shikha was placed in Bangalore and Vimmy in Mumbai.

Few months later, Shikha got a letter in her office from a Mumbai based fashion agency with the subject “Call for auditions for our upcoming fashion show”. The letter read:

 

“Ms. Verma,

We are pleased to shortlist you for the auditions of model for our upcoming fashion show in Dubai. We had received your portfolio few days back and found it suitable for the show. If interested, please drop by”.

Shikha could not understand what was all that. Which portfolio, which fashion show, which pictures. A flood of questions filled her mind. Then the phone rang and it was Vimmy. Before Shikha could tell her anything, she asked her not to think much and pack her bags for Mumbai where she was waiting for her. In no time, Shikha understood everything. It was all Vimmy’s plan and that’s why she always used to take hundreds of pictures of her during their college fest, fashion show, freshers and farewell party or over their random meets. Shikha applied for leave in her office and left for Mumbai. She was more excited to meet Vimmy than going for the auditions. Finally they met. That warm hug had all the pleasures of life. They were happy. Shikha was selected in the audition as a model and had to fly to Dubai in the next three months. She returned to Bangalore after a relaxing week long stay.

It was her fashion show and Vimmy was there with her along with both their parents. Yes, they were more of a family now. Their parents knew they were inseparable. The fashion show was about to start when Vimmy’s heart stopped, she was standing frozen when she saw Prof. Singh standing just infront of her. Before she could speak up, the hall was dark, music was on and the show started. They sat silently. Vimmy was still blank. She had no clue what he was doing there.

The show progressed and there she came, dressed in a royal blue attire and walking with perfection. Both the families clapped with happiness. Before the show was about to end, there was an announcement of a book release from the organizers. Everyone was surprised as it was not planned. Finally, the organizers took over the stage and after thanking the designers, models and sponsors, they launched the book that named “Her Journey, my tribute” by Ms. Vimmy Chopra. They invited Shikha and Vimmy on the stage when Shikha introduced her to the audience. Vimmy was speechless, got a lump in her throat while thanking Shikha for her priceless gesture. She could not speak much and just hugged her on the stage itself.

Audience clapped and dispersed for the dinner while Shikha narrated the story to Vimmy how she sent her notes to her father whose friend is a publisher. He liked the writing and decided to publish the book. Shikha sent the manuscript to the professor also and he too confessed her secret affection for Vimmy.

Vimmy hugged Shikha again and said “I got a sister from different mother”.

Dear Mom…

MaaDear Maa,

Being myself a mother of two daughters, now I can totally relate and understand how you felt when we (me and my brother) were your little kids. I thought you were over possessive, over caring but I was so wrong. That was just love, selfless, unadulterated love like no one else’s in the world. I understand all your words and actions now what you told me then. I still remember:

When you used to ask us to keep our stuff on place which was lying all over so that the house looks like a endurable, cozy place and not a store room. You just wanted us to be organised human beings, we mistook you as bossy.

When you used to ask us what to cook in breakfast, lunch and dinner and we used to always flee and leave it on you to decide and later crib on the dining table. You wanted to cook of our choice. We mistook you as nagger.

When you used to ask for help in salad dressing or filling the empty bottles in kitchen and we used to run away but always needed a fridge full of cold bottles. You wanted us to become independent since the beginning. We mistook you as oppressive.

When you used to wake up late nights during our exams so that we could study well. Despite a long and tiring day, you wanted to accompany us so that we don’t fall asleep alone and do well in the exam next day. You wanted our bright future, we mistook you as a spy.

When you used to worry for me whenever I was late from school or tuitions. You wanted me to be safe and sound, I mistook you as over caring.

When you always said no to me for night outs with my friends or even late night parties. You wanted me to be with you at night to avoid any mishaps. I mistook you as over possessive.

When you were curious to know more about my friends and the company I kept. You wanted to save me from bad company, I mistook with interference.

When you took time in approving my life partner for my marriage, you were concerned and wanted me to choose wisely, I mistook you as old fashioned.

Now when I am in the same stage of life and experiencing the same instances, I understand what motherhood is all about. Its divine, its pure, its altruistic, it’s just full of love. Sorry for all the pains I gave you Maa, for all the times I hurt you, for not listening to you, not obeying you, not helping you…the list will never cease. But despite of all this, everytime I turned back, I saw you standing smiling with your arms widely opened. Thanks for bearing with me, thanks for everything. Love you always and always my wonder woman.