I am still looking for some answersYet my humble soliloquy attemptsseems so blank.I belong everywhere yet I don’t owe a thing.Came to life 42 years back. Have behind me a lot of memoriesSome are good – some not so bad.Lots of learning, some baggage.I want to drop each bag now, that I carryDon’t like the way it weighs me down. I love myself and my lifepolishing my every pieceI am sociable , yet a loner.Faithful , yet detached.Seeking for somethingI

The year was 1984. I was seven. We still hadn’t moved to Delhi. It was a small town in Haryana, we lived in, where kids were sent to buy groceries from nearby nukkad markets. I remember coming home one day and telling my mum that the usual shopkeeper wasn’t there. My mum nodded absentmindedly. I kept looking out for him, but that shopkeeper never came back. The friendly, smiling turbaned fellow was now replaced by a sombre clean-shaven, short haired

‘Swathasya swasthya rakshanam Aturasya vikar prashamanam’. Help retain the good health of a healthy person Treat the person who is suffering from a disease I am Dr. Dipti Mody, an Ayurveda consultant for the last two decades. I was a firm believer in Ayurveda right from my childhood and pursuing the professional qualifications as an Ayurveda doctor added to my beliefs. After completing my education, I was sure of practicing classical Ayurveda rather than a mixed practice. My perseverance and faith

We women live many lives : of a mother , wife , sister , daughter , friend, boss , mentor and many more and in the process we tend to neglect ourselves and place all our desires ,wants and even health on the back burner, thinking that we will attend to them sometime soon. But that seldom happens, and eventually we burn ourselves out and our identity too . I still see myself as that 23 year old girl who

I forget… To sing along with my favourite songs as they play in the background To capture the sunsets in my camera To write religiously every day To take my multi-vitamins And oh! I often forget… What I had yesterday for lunch To call my mom To wear my favourite perfume as I step out To ask for my birthday gift To apply my expensive anti-ageing cream Yes, I forget… To remember my newly updated password To pick up my

Let me not forget by (c) Preeti S Manaktala I forget…To sing along with my favourite songs as they play in the backgroundTo capture the sunsets in my cameraTo write religiously every dayTo take my multi-vitamins And oh! I often forget…What I had yesterday for lunchTo call my momTo wear my favourite perfume as I step outTo ask for my birthday giftTo apply my expensive anti-ageing cream Yes, I forget…To remember my newly updated passwordTo pick up my tea from

Life, for me, is akin to climbing a ladder to reach the sky, just when we think that after covering many steps we will be able to touch the sheet of clouds, the reality is that the more me escalate, the more we realise we still have many hundreds of miles yet to be covered. It’s a never ending process. So is life. We are in pursuit of something from a purpose to an objective, meaning of our existence or

Christmas is in the air! – A timely, broad-minded, moving post by Preeti S Manaktalawww.thewonderwomenworld.com I went to a #Convent school in #Delhi. My #school had a big #Catholic Church within the campus. As I recollect, everything about my school was welcoming & modern. The school assembly was an everyday affair as we dragged through our daily rituals of the morning prayers like ‘Our Father in Heaven’ and other sing along hymns and rhymes. The assembly invariably ended with a ‘thought for the day’ by our beloved

Last Saturday’s thoughts on Etiquette of Grief brought in an outpouring of messages from concerned friends and well-wishers. Thank you so much for checking on me. As my faith was tested severely in the last few days, your words of comfort helped me get back on my feet. I lost someone to a bizarre, freak accident. When she was battling for her life, I was on an emotional rollercoaster. Every time I would break down, it was my daughter who

With the onset of the festival season, the never-ending struggle of having our home in a spick and span condition begins. We leave no stone unturned in decking up our abodes by spending a lot of money. But somehow, we end up getting too engrossed in these activities that we forget to realise and embrace the real essence of it. In my opinion, it is mainly about rekindling and rejuvenating our relationships with our friends and family, neighbours and relatives