We met. We laughed. We crumbled. We fell. We rose We crumbled. We fought. We became one. We crumbled. We grew. We overflowed. We crumbled. I wanted more. You wanted less. We crumbled. I wanted less. You wanted more. We crumbled. We took. We gave. We crumbled. We planted. We nurtured. We crumbled. We talked.… Read More The Crumble
I need to say But I won’t say It needs to be said It needs to remain the unsaid I’m weak if I say I’m weak if I don’t say it needs to remain the unsaid The said will create turmoil outside The unsaid has created a storm inside Do I bring on the storm?… Read More The Unsaid
Things finally looked up in the year 2018. After opening a blog way back in 2013, and promising to write at least once a month, I of course didn’t. This is the attempt to continue once more. Part of my reason to stop writing was I was in no mental frame of mind. I let… Read More Resurrection
Every once in a while, I come across a piece of music that engulfs me in its entirety. The song haunts me day and night and I become obsessed with it, where it plays on loop for days on end. Music has that power over me. I want to play that piece, I want to… Read More Remember When It Rained
Our relationship with Sonapani began in August 2004. Ram and I were on our way to Ladakh via Himachal Pradesh. We were taking a long scenic route with a few diversions. One of our stops was a gem of a place Sangla (which is another blog post in itself!). There was a cloudburst in these… Read More Himalayan Village, Sonapani
How do I let go… …of your smile …of your laughter …of the twinkle in your eye …of your advice …of your pain …of your resilience …of our breeze …of our waves …of our sunsets …of our chatter …of our routine …of our thoughts …of your dreams …of your mischief …of your blessings …of your… Read More How Do I Let Go
Under the Bandra Sea Link bridge, there is a sculpture of a mother and child and it reads “A child gives birth to a mother” and bham! it hit me…nothing can be more aptly put than that one line – we need to ask when were you born as a mother or father instead of… Read More Being Born as a Mother
There seems to be a surge in marriages breaking up. Why is it that we as a generation are suddenly intolerant of making things work? And worse still there is a whole lot of negativity, spitefulness, insensitivity, immorality, and to a certain extent, a lack of humanity, that is becoming a part of getting a… Read More Crumbling Marriages
The biggest hazard of being a passionate entrepreneur’s spouse is living the dream 24/7. Passion is an amazing quality to have. It can be all-consuming. It is what separates those who desperately want to achieve what they are so passionate about, from those who believe they are passionate. It is also what makes the world… Read More Being an Entrepreneur’s Wife: Facing Passion & Loneliness
I love music. My husband loves music. And, best of all, my two girls love music. Most of my friends love music. I started learning the violin. God help me! Not sure what it is that made me choose the violin as it is considered the most difficult instrument to learn. But I absolutely love… Read More The Magic of Music
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