Raising a child is no child’s play!  When that small little bundle is handed over to a woman, who knows nothing about being a mother, bringing up a child, its definitely a big task on her hand.  Imagine you are given a Chinese book and asked to pass the exam with flying colors when you don’t know the language at all!  What do you do?  You study, you practice, you take the test and then you pass.  But wait…motherhood doesn’t

I am a mom and yes smoke! Shocked much? We are in 2019 and still a woman who smokes is judged!! Are we really progressive enough? Yes I drink and smoke and I fail to understand how this can be a reason for anyone to judge me or decide if I am a good person / mother. Smoking for women is such a taboo in our country that admitting to being a mommy who smokes raises concerns on so many

I am a mother of two lovely little girls (7.5 and 2.5 years old) and until recently I thought I have years before I have to talk to them about periods and all the changes that take place before and during the onset of this biological milestone. But at some point, I realized that, it is very naive of me and I must not assume it can be a “just in time” talk. Why? I’ll tell you why. The advertisements: Whether it is cable TV

Our generation has been relatively fortunate. Allow me a little generalisation here when I say that our parents’ generation being relatively more educated than theirs, they understood education’s importance. Not only did they see to it that we were invested in our education, they also gave us the freedom to carve out a career for ourselves as we saw best. They have tried their best to not allow sentimentality come in the way of practicality even if it meant letting

You meet an acquaintance or might be a stranger in the elevator, give him/her a warm smile, but in return you are treated as if you don’t exist!  You send a message to someone expecting a revert, but you keep on waiting.  You see the blue ticks in WhatsApp but no reply.  You invite someone over and keep waiting and the person doesn’t turn up and doesn’t bother to message.  You wished someone on his/her birthday/anniversary, but alas no response!

It was the weekend and to unwind I decided to go out for some drinks and chill, to break the monotony of the long week. The thought which struck me seeing the crowd everywhere, places all filled up was how people look forward to the weekends. How we live for weekend and vacations. The wait for the FRIYAY to live our life, One Life. We are definitely slaves to the norms of society which was built to structure our lives,

Just the other weekend, I was sitting in the park watching my girl pretending to be a ‘Ninja Warrior’ on one of those monkey bars, and wondering where time flew by. Nostalgia hit even more powerfully watching all those little kids running around, when I heard a daddy saying, “Wait for me baby, Papa is coming.” “Run faster Papa, you’ll catch on,” the little munchkin replied, her voice so full of confidence, so sure that daddy dearest would really make

Last week my husband was casually playing some old songs on his mobile.  Those were the songs of our childhood, the songs of early and mid 80s.  The songs were truly melodious but more than the melody it was the memory associated with those songs which stood out.  I remembered my childhood how my mom used to switch on the radio every morning while me and my siblings hurried to get ready to go to school, mom used to give

John Green, famously said, “What is the point of being alive if you’re not doing anything remarkable?” This quote is my motto, I don’t want to just be alive…I want to do something remarkable. I want to alive and kicking! It took a “one step at a time” approach to reach where I am today. I hail from a small beautiful village in Nepal, Dharan. It is said that your brothers are like your father; My eldest brother was playing the role

30 April, 2005 – the day I retired from my active job. Obviously, the day was important for me and my family. After all, I had completed thirty seven glorious years  of my service and now I was going to have the much-needed and well-earned and well-deserved rest from the hectic routine. The very thought was making me  happy. My husband, who was otherwise very ‘protective’ about his new car, had happily let my driver take me to my workplace