Where the child sleeps at 9. No, no one sings a rhyme, The only dialogue the mother would say, “सो जाओ बेटी वरना पापा आ जायेंगे।” And eyes shut in fear. I am from there! Where there is a friend’s birthday invitation, And you seek permission. After rehearsing for several hours, You know, the final say is father’s. If only the luck is in favour! I am from there. Where you have chosen the safest corner of the park, Ready for some

When you are an architect, you begin to believe in all things being a part of some carefully thought of grand ‘Design’! So when you are left to figure out details without the plans, what results is an Organic Ad-hoc Chaos! And that by the way is a description of a life as a parent. Before the outpouring starts this prelude is a must! I’d left the boys last weekend, to their own devices (literally); to be with the man

In the whispers of the night As I glance the sky I feel you guiding me to the Orion and to the clusters above ‘They hold a whole new world within’ , you would say You changed lanes and disappeared Leaving a void never be filled Faded into an unknown space You left , leaving your fragrance felt But Where are you now ? You were rare and unique Not understood by many Unwavering and resolute Dewy eyed and loving

As the new year set in With a dark, cold, windy Foggy dawn Our first one was born! My eyes welled with joyful tears Met and matched yours! We knew this was the beginning …the beginning of a new adventure A journey of joy, change …explorations Of fun and challenges sure to last forever! And so, we began… You held him in your arms Tenderly Nuzzling his head, that was Sweet smelling And I fell in love with you Once

Well..my husband and the father of my children is a man of few words.  So, when I asked him to describe about his journey of fatherhood so far, he simply looked at me surprised and said, “I really have no answer to that!”  On further prodding, he said, “It was the normal course of life for me that had to happen.  I was never apprehensive about my fatherhood abilities as I knew that I was allowed to make mistakes as

Interviewer: Who comes to your mind when you face a difficulty or need a solution? Child : My father Interviewer: Who comes to your mind when you need permissions to go out? And you want to play football too during rains? Child : Pappa So is the connect of a father and his child. Its rightly said by a child ,”If Pappa can’t fix it, nobody can.” The role of father has seen a sea change in the recent times,

Urvashi Vats loves to write and wanted to share a short conversation between a father and daughter. It reflects Urvashi’s relationship with her father who gave her the freedom to be herself and make her choices in life. This little piece is a tribute to him… Pankhudi was the most brilliant student of her class and used to participate in all the co-curricular activities at school. She breezed through her 12th grade with 96% and stood first. It was time

Being a freak and occasional writer, I had so far written a few short poems, tongue twisters and couple of lyrics that made rounds within our friend circle. Since both I and my blogger wife largely have common friends, this ‘by default’ structuring of having our roles defined with the pen only helped segregate the Wise from the ‘Other-Wise.’ Pun intended! Given the unsaid literal divide, it was only natural for me to lap up this opportunity and express myself

I chose to write this anonymously not because I don’t want to reveal my identity. I give a damn whether people judge me or not. But I want protect my wife from the questions she will be flooded with if I reveal myself on social media. Information that I am about to share may snowball into massive family drama. And I don’t want that for my wife especially at this crucial time of our lives. From the time I was

I am an only child and I grew up listening to the many stories my dad would share, especially of his childhood. He was from a large family (three brothers and five sisters). Being the youngest of the lot – he always got that extra mango slice! Unfortunately, at the tender age of four he lost his father. And even though he was the youngest of all siblings, he took a lot of responsibility along with his elder brother (14