As a mother, I love to rant and write, About my journey as a parent. But this one is a bit different, About the other partner in crime. The father of our son! A feisty seventies kid, Shooting up in height, Grooving to MJ & George Michael, He was an unabashed teenage delight. And then breezing through, Academics, corporate life. Courtship and then this wife. Finally, there he was standing by my side, All set to be the father of

There was this time when we heard all little girls around us who were moving into this saga called menstruation. Having their first period and experiencing all that comes with it! This must have been a year or so back when both my mom and I got a little worried that our little one at home (8 years old then) was not aware about the changes that she will go through when she hits puberty, how will she react if

I made you with this blood Wrapped in the fullness of my muliebrity I rush hiding it from the glances that would be petrified If they saw what I carry hidden rolled up in a newspaper I walked like a samurai My son caught me red handed one day, literally ! “What is that you carry in your hand mama?” wrapped in a newspaper Came out my best spoken lies “Oh it is trash my dear, some old papers that

Alas! You display my progeny But do hush hush about my anatomy. You make birth a ceremony But the process of birthing an anomaly. The flows give me glows And my high and my lows My biology is my vanity The pride of my femininity This blood is behind the blood of your brood You are accepting the flower, but hate the juice of the bud! Don’t make this blood, a bloody taboo This is the reason that gives life

I am a firm believer that religion has nothing to do with menses. I celebrate the Ganapati festival at home every year and my friends are a huge part of the festivities. One of my Catholic friends had her periods and refused to come saying she didn’t want to offend anybody. On my insistence she finally came but sat at the very end as she did not want to touch the aarti thali. Towards the end of the aarti I called her to

Having been spoilt as a child and as a wife, having a maid at home is a given.  BUT having a maid who is hardworking and honest is truly a blessing. Fitriah Bt Kasmad Suwada (My Angel InDeed) has been with me for a year now, and every day am grateful to my Almighty for being so blessed. Fitriah, is from Indonesia and her profile was brought to my attention when she was ousted within the week of her joining

The hue and cry in premier apartments across the country about the working class using the same lift as the residents, domestic helpers being given a separate glass and plate for food, addressing a person who is much younger than them as sir/madam,  while they sit on the floor, the employers with crossed legs sit on their signature sofas.  Do all these classist behaviors ring a bell in your ear? How many of us really give a thought to the

Menstruation is a much talked about topic these days and that should encourage women to be bold and confident instead of shaming themselves due to the prevalent taboos in the society. I belong to Uttarakhand and in the interior parts, especially the rural areas women still hesitate to share their views regarding Menstruation. Even to this day, girls and women in these rural areas use cloth and are ashamed of themselves when they have their periods. They are not allowed

Periods, a normal biological phenomenon, which marks the inception of a big change in a girl’s life.  It’s a time where the little girl needs to be handled with a lot of love and care.  Gone are the days when the mothers use to shy away from talking about periods with their daughters.  It used to cause a lot of physical and emotional discomfort to the girls. Here a few ways by which we can take care of our daughters

Periods- still a taboo!? I’ll teach my daughter that it’s completely alright and never to feel shy about it. It’s definitely not uncommon for all of us (girls and women) to have grown up hearing that we must not visit the temples or attend prayers during those five days. Eyes stare at us when we ask for a sanitary pad at a medical store/shopping. The society and most of the people in our own family and neighborhood will make us