They stand tall, of them all 💖

Whoever coined the word housewife for the most extraordinary (multitasking) perfectionist in the world, really needs to get his vocabulary straight. 

Because, being one ain’t easy – one day she’s not at home, the whole house is in chaos, plus the volume of work to be done, blinding. 
From waking up first in the morning each day, to managing literally everything for each member of the family, to maintaining​ things in proper order in the house, she does it all single-handedly. 

She makes time for everybody, ensures she’s got everything covered for everyone – without reminders and alarms and Google Keep. 

She finds time to pursue her passion, she meets people she loves, she becomes the connect that binds everything together.

She doesn’t make a hue and cry about what she does, she instead, makes everything look so simple and easy and in perfect order.
We don’t recognize or appreciate what she does, she doesn’t ask for hikes, holidays or incentives either; but the day she’s not around, there is mayhem everywhere and we realize what it is, to be her.
Love 💖

Dream Away 💝

Dream of a cloudless sky with abundance of sunlight,

Dream of starry moments in the twilight,

Dream of how you would want to live,

Dream of what you would want to give,

Dream where reality wouldn’t take you,

Dream of what you would want to undo,

Dream while asleep, dream when awake,

Dream of something you wouldn’t wanna fake,

Dream with hope, dream without fear,

Because, dreams just don’t have boundaries far or near,

Dreams ain’t just your imagination at play,

Dreams are just your brain’s way of saving your day!

The War.

She always fought her battles, a fighter,

She won over her demons like no other,

She was a warrior, a crusader, 

Who never bowed down to failure,

Succumb, yet, she did, to cancer,

But knew not, until she lived, fear!

The NaPoWriMo challenge 2017

The NaPoWriMo challenge. This year is the first time I did it and I loved the experience.

The 30 days sped by, in a jiffy.

I have written all about my experience and featured my favourite posts too. Do have a look and share some love, please? 💕

Read it here 👉 My NaPoWriMo challenge

I’d love to know what you think. 💖


My definition of love 💝

I know I’m super late to the #Loveuary party, but hey, better late than never?

So here I begin, with my first prompt – the first prompt in the list

My definition of love.

It is simple, yet super confusing, to be honest. 

I believe love is something that makes you feel at home.

Love has the simplicity of daal-chawal, bread-butter that you would want to get back to, each day, that makes you feel warm and protected and contented. Love is something that’ll make you feel secure, and happy and satisfied. It is something that’ll put the chaos in you to rest and brings together the bits and pieces. It might seem extremely clichéd, but it is true that love is what will give your life the meaning you keep looking for. Love is what will help you find peace, your rest and your solitude.

At the same time, love will be the one big reason for all the tingles in your stomach and all the mad excitement that’ll keep you up all night. It’ll be the only thing you’ll look forward to each day, each moment. It’ll keep you alive even if you haven’t had a morsel to eat or drink. It’s got the power to distract you from the mightiest of situations, it’s got the ability to make you insane. It’s something that’ll make you stupid, silly and weird, and yet, it’ll be the one thing that’ll keep you happy. It’ll be your weakness, it’ll be your strength. It’ll be your power, it’ll be your ultimate dose of medicine each moment, every hour. It’ll be your elixir, it’ll be your pyre. It’ll be your spark, it’ll bring in you, the fire. 

Love, in any form, is the magic you’d forever desire.


A series I’m starting, to bring around positivity, love and hope in my own small way by sharing good, real incidents I chance to be part of, in my daily life. Just to spread the word that humanity is still alive. Titling them ‘Moments’, because they are really moments to cherish, rejoice and celebrate. Moments to recollect and remember. Moments with no message and moral. Moments that are simply valuable moments.
And they’d be handwritten because I believe handwritten notes carry so much warmth and belonging in them. Also because I’ve been wanting to write for so long and this is my chance to begin.

So trusting and warm and real. I don’t know if the kids know each other, but I could really see the willingness to help, trust and belong.


P.S. I know, I know I need to work on my handwriting :p

Child Labour – A Vital Issue.

I live in India. A country with humongous population. A country where most people are below the poverty line and struggle to get themselves one square meal a day. I don’t mean to show my country down, but this is one cause that clinches my heart and I need to write about it. 

Almost every where I go, I see kids on the roads selling, begging, working their lives off to earn money. To earn money to feed themselves and their families. Kids who are hardly four or five years old. The sight is pathetic and makes me want to cry out loud. 

A flower seller family (both the husband and wife sell flowers) who have their shop at our street corner have 2 kids who are just one year apart from each other. They barely managed to get one or two square meals a day for one person earlier, and now with 2 kids it has become all the more difficult for them to make ends meet. The kids don’t go to school, they sit by their parents in the mornings and take around baskets of flowers in the evening to sell and make some money. The mother, is now expecting her third child, all for want of a son – The first 2 kids being girls. Now, this raises another question in our minds. The stigma that’s been long there – the want of a boy in the family.

But what troubles me more is the child labour. The fact that the kids don’t deserve this life at all. Children need to be educated. It is their primary and most important right. They don’t necessarily need to have a luxurious life of 3 square meals a day, but food enough to help them sleep in peace, without having to sweat for it at such a tender age? They don’t need to have designer wear or expensive perfumes, but the basic, decent clothing? And above everything else, they shouldn’t have to work when they are kids, they shouldn’t have to earn to make their ends meet, when they should actually be doing their lessons or playing. They shouldn’t have to bear the burden of the family when they should be carefree and happy and wild. 

You know what exactly bothers me here?

The mindset of the grown ups. The parents of the kids. Two people get married and keep begetting children. As many as they want to. Or until they have a boy. They don’t even think enough to figure if they’d be able to support the children they are planning to have or if they’d be able to give them a life of proper health, education and safety. And then, finally, when the children are born, the parents have absolutely no clue about how to make ends meet and end up sending their children to earn. 

Two people can’t start a family just because they can. Or just because they want to. They need to first figure out if they are financially, and economically capable to do so. 

This is exactly where the problem lies. Lack of awareness. Lack of education. Ignorance. It is high time we begin to do something about it when we can, because, children, are our best bet, they are our only hope to a brighter and a more positive future. It is time we give them the care, the attention, the health and the education they deserve, because they are real wealth we keep looking around for, but forget to recognise.