This happened last year, 2016 May. Though I wrote it, I couldn’t post this at that time because I was deeply affected. I was 5 months pregnant at that time. One year later, I still feel the same. I’m not a Mother’s day person.
If we were having coffee together, I would complain about the hot October that we just bid bye to. I would admit, reluctantly though, that this time of the year was best in the UK and that I miss it, a bit. The alluring fall
Motherhood is an exciting journey. So exciting that if we are not prepared well to tend to the newborn, it may wear us down. It doesn’t matter how tiny the new life is, having a small delicate baby and tending to him/her all time can
When I had my baby 5 years back, me and my husband were alone in another part of the world away from the rest of our family. I had my husband as a support system, but I was the only one with the baby 24/7.
I never considered myself as the creative type, even when I used to scribble down pieces of poems on my notebook. That was just fragments of my imagination finding its way out of my mind onto a paper, that’s how I treated them and me.
Kanna’s school hour starts at 8:50 in the morning. Most of the days, we reach school at around 8:40. As soon as he is inside the school grounds, he will run to the playground to join his friends. They all have to line up at
Motherhood has given me plenty of new lessons every day. The lesson from one day is not applicable on the very next day. Parenting is such a road of adventures that there is no easy way. There is no manual that will make you a