Here is Kanna’s version of pool… Now look at the ducky swimming in the pool..
For this week’s Five fiction Sentence (prompt – Luminous) I wrote a small poem based on my first experience with my new born baby four years before. You can read it here.When I showed my son the post and asked him to identify the baby he
Yesterday while chatting with one of my friends he remarked that I must be having a lot of free time at hand because I am the only one posting in our group’s page in Facebook. Of course that triggered the anger buttons inside me but
He is my boy. 4 years old now. He likes making up stories and bothers us all day with his little stories. Some of them make sense, some of them doesn’t.Sometimes he makes little songs. Every time it rains he sings his favorite song –
Motherhood has changed me a lot. Just like any other person I also, has learned, still learning a lot of new things each day. I didn’t think of myself as an obsessive compulsive person. But to some level I am obsessive and I know it.
Photo via Unsplash I was reading few feminist blogs and I realized I don’t like the word feminist but I like what they do. Is it even possible? I feel like a hypocrite. I was writing down why I am not a feminist. But
Photo credit Unsplash Is God and Religion related? Do you have to be religious to worship God? I believe in God and I follow Hinduism.While the reason I follow Hinduism is because I was born to Hindu parents (one of them was a strong
You are interrupted endless number of times a day with the chatterings of your little ones in such a way that you will never get any of your work done in single shot. Cooking, writing, cleaning, watching TV, showering, thinking – anything you name it
To hold on to life as we have known it is just as much a struggle as the struggle to survive life itself. Who told change is good! I personally am never fond of it unless I can see the whole effect of change. There
When it rains,music changes, to the sound of droplets of rain.When it rains,the feeling changes, into a nostalgic muse.When it rains,surroundings changes, into the unseen transparent wall.