Children of a Better God

  About The Book When Anupurba comes back to India from the United States, reluctantly leaving behind a satisfying job as an art teacher, she does so with a sense of apprehension at this displacement from her comfortable, suburban American life. She never imagines that returning to India would turn out to be a profoundly … Read more

Attitude of Gratitude: To My Family

One Tuesday, not too long ago, my dear SSJ and I decided to do the gratitude challenge this year. Picking up from where I left it two weeks ago, here I sit about writing about my Family. This is a country where a lot of people do not want a girl child, for many reasons … Read more

Cultivating an Attitude Of Gratitude

The journey of our lives isn’t always on smooth roads. Potholes, humps, u-turns; come what may, we need to take it in our stride and keep moving. Success shouldn’t be allowed to go into our head nor should failures depress us. I have always found that being grounded and being thankful for what we have … Read more

The Beach

There is something magical about the whole scene that unfolds at the beach.

Things About Myself

  1. Extremely loving, to the extent that I forget myself in the process. Yes I know that’s bad and yes I am working on it. 2. Very easily won over! A simple smile and a few words that touch the heart are all it takes. 3. I get hurt too. Unlike what you think, … Read more

Leap of Faith

Taking a leap of faith, unsure of how far below the ground is. Wise or foolish?

What Role Would You Play?

    I would choose the role of being the daughter of my parents, if I had to face such a situation ever in my life. Why? Because they are the reason I am. My culture puts mother and father before God, but more than that, because I love them more than myself. What would … Read more

Why I Want To Quit My Job

While these are not all the reasons why I want to quit my job, they are clear indicators and things that are at the top of my list.

To Be A Proper Lady

The school was not far, nor was the walk home long Yet it took her a good half an hour Stopping to admire every flower Kick the stones and score imaginary goals Her small little revenge against those goons The ones who would not let her play The ones who said she was a girl  Jumping into puddles, splashing water, Grinning wide, thinking of mom’s scolding Complaining the shirt would never be white again That the scars on her knees would never be gone That she’d never be a proper lady like  Rama aunty’s daughter But who cared! Carefree, happy and bubbly That’s how she wanted to live!   This Leo, the one who does not let me be lazy and I, the one who tends to take unnecessary breaks, are doing the UBC together this July. Prodding and prompting each other, we have decided to write about School today.

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