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.
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…
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…
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.
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…
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.
Missed anniversaries, Forgotten birthdaysWhen my world goes up and downAnd life pulls me 100 waysI pause to breathe deepI try my best not to weepBut tears just flowSometimes rushing and sometimes slowAnd my heart searches for your handFor it to hold me while I try to standThat tight hug I…
Last Christmas Nitish gifted me Hermione’s time turner. I was thrilled. Often when I have been alone in the room, I have worn my black dupatta as a cape, carried a paint brush as my wand and the time tuner around my…
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…
“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…