Dear Meethi Ma

Happy new year to you in heavens! I am sure this new year stuff is least of the concerns of your Angel species but who wants to let go of a day to pause and reflect, perhaps make new promises and of course to celebrate.

Dear Meethi Ma

My grief curve matches none of the psychological theories I have read so far. When the pain from your loss was fresh, I could cry, write and smile thinking of you.

But today with each week passing by the pain becomes such an intrinsic part of…

Happy Mother’s Day!

Dear Meethi Ma

All of the last two days I have been receiving messages on special offers on Mother’s Day. Social media is full of people declaring their love for their moms. To be honest it angered me. Made me feel miserable. Perhaps left out! I wanted to ask if any…

What the past 8 months have taught me…

“8 months is a long time” someone told me. “Depends on where you are in life” I thought. It has been 8 months since mom went away in her physical form. At times these months seem like the longest 8 months of my life. And at times it is like time just flew. Moms…

I had it in me, all this while!

Dear Meethi Ma

We made it! We made it through the first year without you. Time flies? Yes it does. It is strange how 12 months fly and yet every second can seem like a lifetime.

Dear Meethi Ma

Dear Meethi Ma

I have not written to you in a long long time. Does that mean I don’t think of you? Or perhaps thinking of you has become such a vital part of me that I don’t feel the need to write? I often wonder…and think…to find no answers.

Dear Meethi Ma

Dear Meethi Ma

When I go for a walk in the evening, I see all women my age walking while speaking on the phone. And I just know who they are speaking to. They are sharing with their moms their day’s events, some even gossiping about their mothers-in-law. Some talking about…

Celebrating Karva Chauth without you!

Dear Meethi Ma

Nitish just can not fathom that I observe the karva Chauth fast. Someone like me who constantly fights for equality is willingly starving myself to pray for the long life of my husband while he enjoys hearty meals. But it…

Dear Meethi Ma

I got out of my home door and a blast of cold wind blew in my face. The chill numbed my ears. My nose froze. But my face smiled. Because winter reminds me of you. I still remember when you woke me up at 5 am on winter mornings in Chandigarh to make it to the school-bus stop in time. You would ask me to look…

To new beginnings! Happy Holi!

Dear Meethi Ma

Nitish thinks I have lost it, officially. And he is not entirely wrong. Who cries to the sound of “Jungle Jungle baat chali hai…” But I find it hard to explain to him what that sound means to me. It is not Mogwli. It is not Jungle…