It had been a tough day. Nothing in particular had happened. The house was running smoothly as it usually did. I got to work on time and finished on time. There were no problems with lunch, dinner, clients or family. But the day had not been good. I had fallen asleep annoyed and exhausted, without knowing why.
With all the technological advancement in our lives and that of our children, with all the resources on parenting available at our fingertips and with all the different pedagogies of education, are we able to see children as smart, creative thinkers?
It was very dark. I was awake but nothing in particular had woken me up. I hadn't been startled by a noise from the street, no dogs were barking and I hadn’t woken up from a dream – at least not one that I could remember. I hadn't slept in an awkward position either. I wasn't thirsty and surprisingly didn’t need to pee. I was just awake.
Co-sleeping is the term used for parents who sleep with their babies or children on the same bed and in the same room. Indians have co-slept with their babies & children for centuries.
But off late, parents seem to prefer making their babies sleep in another room. Why are we moving away from traditional practices that are gentler and more in tune with the needs of a baby or child?
On Instagram, everyone seems to be bitten by the travel bug. It makes everyone who doesn't like to travel, want to travel. Is wanderlust real or a carefully curated campaign?
The Patriarch weaves an intricate story bringing together three points of view, told through three generations of men. It invites, confronts, engages and eventually provokes its readers to question their views on tradition, respect and value systems which are the backbone of any patriarchal household.
One Bedroom, Hall and Kitchen explores a mother-daughter relationship through a series of phone conversations, emails, text messages, recollections and reflections which span a period of one year. Using a non linear narrative, the author explores the bond between two women which is as strong as it is fragile, their emotional journey, loneliness, guilt and coming to terms with growing up and...
An ode to all the small things that pass us by we continue to live a day ahead of time.
“What was it like when you were pregnant with me?” I asked my mom. “It was not what it is now,” she answered simply. And in that statement lay the weight of what motherhood has become today.
There was a time in my life when my biggest worry was what to wear to the mid-week ball at Saturday Club. My fears ranged from insecurity and tanned skin to teenage awkwardness and not knowing how to talk to boys. It was a simpler time and in spite of all its angst, it was beautiful. Growing up meant something completely different then.