Welcome June

 A beautiful new month! Aspiring to bring in new aspirations. Where there are aspirations there are expectations. Let’s measure our breaths in heartfelt gratitude. Be thankful that you are alive. Another month to celebrate you living.

Today I came across a post. It was very ironical. In that instant I valued in being alive and breathing. I was watching a reel of a young T.V star who had passed away in a road accident in the next instant I saw a video of a scan of twin foetuses in the womb. A woman who had conceived after 10 years and after many failed attempts. What kept me awed was, he took away a life, he granted another. He took hope from one granted another more. If we sit to analyse, it’s baffling. What I only gathered was , never lose hope. Never take your life for granted. There’s another who would give anything to be alive once again.

Each moment you live is precious, priceless. Let no moment be lost. Love and love to your best!

Let’s welcome June with new hopes. Powerful beginnings. Hope for the best always!

Mehendi Fervour

 It was a beautiful morning painted in shades of cloudy skies. Aanya smiled radiantly. The morning of her Mehendi function had arrived. The function was being held at their ancestral house. The lawns were transformed to her liking. The guests had arrived. 

Her friends would be coming in by the afternoon. The last batch of guests were arriving this afternoon. Booked in different places. She was excited to see them all in the evening. Just then her phone msg tone beeped. She received a romantic text from Mihir. He was so affectionate, caring and loving. Just the kind she always wanted. 

The evening came too soon. Aanya wore a beautiful multi coliured lehenga with soft green kurta and a beautiful bandhni worked dupatta. She looked stunning. Her skin had a glow of its own. 

There was so much excitement. Her aunts and uncles were dancing. Her friends and cousins were practising for the sangeet day after. Tomorrow was just for relaxing followed by the Pre-Bridal shower sorts of party. 

Aanya was enjoying but suddenly there was this fear and doubt which niggled her. Something was not so right. She couldn’t lay her finger on the cause. She pushed it away blaming it on the bridal jitters which every bride invariably went through. After that she was dragged by her family to dance. She joined in for the festivities. It was almost 3 when she hit the bed. Dropping into a dreamless sleep. 

Suddenly after few hours she woke up with a start. She was drenched in sweat. Her throat dried up. She had a nightmare. She was sitting with her mehendi, suddenly there was a dark shadow completely hiding her mehendi. Followed by a downpour where all her mehendi gets washed away. Remembering the nightmare she glanced down at her hands. The mehendi had become brighter and looked beautiful. Smiling to herself, she fell asleep again.

Stay tuned. Will Aanya’s fears come true? Followed in the sequels. 

Plan which flopped

 Kiara was so excited. Her summer break has started. She had it all planned to perfection! She was going to look after her hair and skin. Dedicated to spaism. A new word coined by her, which meant the extension to spa. 

She had ordered her products online. Her favourite was the vanilla body oil. Which kept it soft and supple after the shower. Everything was all set. She had a smile as she fell asleep.

Next morning she woke up late. Her yoga class was canceled. What would she do today. After jotting down her to do list. She reached for her face scrub. Just then the sharp ring of the phone halted her. She picked up the call, it was her house help. She had called in sick. She wanted to scream. Taking deep breaths, which was a Herculean task. She managed to compose hers. Reluctantly she went into the kitchen. To cook for lunch. She came out flushed. Smelling in the fragrant aromas of ginger garlic paste, tomatoes and onions. Her skin looked flushed by the steam of veggies and rice. Not to lose hope and heart, she just remembered her grandma’s golden words” Sweetheart the best facials and Scrubs are found in the kitchen” . I’m sure she didn’t mean it toiling in the furnace. 

Anyway hopefully tomorrow she would be here. Tomorrow she got a call with a brand new excuse. The days turned to a fortnight. Kiara’s frustration was hitting the roof. She was red with anger, the steaming vapours from the boiling kitchen or the vapour of the furious temper, she knew not.

Just as she entered her room, she decided to take a day off and pamper herself. She was planning to do that . Her younger one screamed. Mummy I fell. She just needed this now. After being rushed to the hospital and the doctors diagnosis. Sometimes a dreaded one read” A muscle pull”. A week’s rest!

Kiara dropped tiredly into bed. Not even having the energy to slap her night moisturiser. She wanted to scream or cry aloud. She knew not!

She fell asleep. Woke up next morning as trr get e sun’s rays kissed her good morning.

She got a message from her school of the summer work. She smiled . I need to book myself for a spa.

She took the day off. Indulged in a body massage, facial, pedicure and relaxed. She fell asleep. Steamed , shower. Came out looking fresh!

Sometimes you just need to take that break. It’s not selfish! It needed!

The products are still sitting on her dresser, waiting for that day, when they’ll be used lovingly!

BTW Breaking News” After a fortnight her maid quit altogether “

So much for planning !

😥 Phew 😰  😮‍💨 

The saga of unrealised spaism! 

Moment of Bliss

 It’s that one moment of bliss, when you truly, honestly love yourself the best! Honouring it, nurturing it, just the way it is. 

In the ears of “ Perfectionism” and “ Filtering”. Let yourself be the way it is. Love its lines, it’s aging quality, it’s growing tenderness. 

Stop wanting it to be what it had,

Love the new growing you.

Stop thinking of what once fitted you to perfection.

Think of what now looks perfect on you.

See the world from a brand new vision!

Change the perspective of the bygones, look at the present “ You”.

Love yourself as the most precious, valued possession.

Each will come and know you differently in the journey of life.

Some might be till the end, some might leave you at the very beginning, some half way through. Their role in your life was meant to be till the allocated time.

Never lose heart, somewhere something beautiful is always waiting to be unravelled by you.

The best moments are lived unexpectedly!

So what are you waiting for?

Love yourself and wait to unravel the beauties of life!

Good Morning Lovelies!

Have a blessed day!

I am a child!

 It’s truly heartbreaking! Time and again I have come across instances shared by distressed parents of children being ridiculed. Being made fun of. Why?

Just because they can’t spell a couple of words in a foreign language not even their mother tongue! Maybe they are unable to add a couple of numbers or they have lost 1 or 2 marks here and  there.

Let me tell you, have you tried finding out if that child is soft in his mannerisms. Polite to the core. Could be a friendly, helpful child . No.

Maybe a future genius in the making. What creative genius is lurking deep within the folds of low self esteem, have you tried finding out?

Have you seen that same child’s paintings and drawings. Have you seen the child sitting a little apart in the drawing. Think about it!

Maybe he could be a maestro!

A Beethovan, Michael Angelou, Leonardo Vinci, a sports genius!

Are you the cause of it?

My heart breaks when I hear the educationists today have forgotten the meaning of compassionate, kind , loving and most important “ Caring”

Why?

A child who is broken already what does he truly need?

Whether it’s a child of special needs, autistic, dyslexic, the labels are endless. I have cross many in my career of 18 years as a special educator. For me it’s a child, a living breathing human with a heart and up-teem number of emotions! 

He has come with a purpose! He has been sent for a purpose! He will find his way!

You are a mediator again chosen by him!

Are we doing our part?

Let the child bask in the joy of living!

Let him wear the cloak of happiness!

Let each instance with you be a special mention in his diary of life!

Remember heart have been won over by love!

Love conquers all!

Compassion conquers even more!

Be kind always!

They need it more than any one out there!

Give them the joy of Living  and Learning together!

Just a housewife

 I have repeatedly seen women being brought down due to their respective roles. The common one being, the housewife. Have you ever been in that woman’s shoes and  wondered “ Why isn’t she wearing her stilettos”? 

Wearing the most comfortable footwear, so that she can be up and about looking after everyone’s well being. Sometimes it’s her elderly in- laws, at times the children, then hubby. She’s expected to perform each role with finesse. Do we easily give in if she errs?

Doesn’t look like it. Even if she’s sick, she has to be present for sometime to check if everything is taken care of. 

Does it sound easy? 

She gives up her career. Looking after the well being of many. Is she appreciated? Have you ever thought, she’s making your abode a blissful one.

Doesn’t she command more respect?

Next comes the one who’s multi tasking. Running the house, working, taking charge of many aspects of her life. If someday she just makes a statement of being tired, the quick come back is” But you only were gone for 6 hours”.

Meaning what’s the big deal?

Then her glam quotient too has to be in place. Groomed, Glamorous, looking perfect in every which way.

Fitness too has to be kept in mind!

Now! Does she have 48 hours in her day?

Food for thought!

Good to ponder!

Children’s hobby classes, sports activities, other miscellaneous activities have to be all kept in mind!

Please fit in the chauffeur’s role too!

Whoosh!

Let’s take a deep breath!

Wait a minute!

“ The water is not coming in the taps”

Why is there a fuse here?

Why is the internet not working?

What’s for dinner? 

Ohh mummy!

But I don’t like that?

The quiet voice of the hubby slowly, “ Is there anything else to eat”?

I don’t like this curry!

Who cooked this?

It’s too spicy!

Where’s my blue colour shirt?

I had put it for wash🤷🏼‍♀️

Mummy I can’t find my socks!

Then the meal planning! Keeping each’s likes and dislikes in mind!

Does it sound easy?

Does this sound familiar!

True! What is it?

The lunch had to be prepared. The lunch is already done waiting for you because the reliability of the helping hand cannot be vouched for.

She is running through her breakfast. Literally gulping her scalding coffee. Yet ! Right!

What’s the big deal?

Why are women always expected to be some professional multi taskers!

Why?

Why should in their reign everything be meticulously carried out?

When a girl gets married, the assumption that she has to be a professional cook, producing culinary delights everyday.

Why can’t it be a joint venture?

Why is it that women in the end are just reduced to taking care of everyone?

Is she ever asked” How was your day”?

“Would you like to take some rest”?

You deserve to have a break!

Should I book you for a spa day?

No!

Break!

Are you kidding me?

Who’ll cook?

What about food?

What about the house being run?

What about this?

What about that?

What about that human being who needs to be feel loved, appreciated and treated with kindness?

Women are made strong and to multi task but each one has their breaking point!

Dear women,

Learn to stand up for what you believe!

Sometimes it’s not selfish to say no!

Know your limitations!

When you need to rest or take a day off for yourself

Do it!

The world will not come to an end!

BTW you just have one life!

You better live it well!

He has not promised about sending anyone twice!

Have a good Day!

Love yourself the most!

Respect!

Honour!

Cherish every breath!

Ramadan Fervour

 The joy of Ramadan is surreal in my beautiful city, Hyderabad. Everything comes alive after 7😃. Once the fast is broken, it becomes hustling, bustling and vibrant. The day has its own charm. All the carts lined with fruits, and different types of veggies waiting patiently to be bought by others. Towards the evening it comes alive with a new vibrancy. The houses were a buzzing energy, each getting ready to break their fast with snacks. The dahi wada, fruits, juices, the pakodas, fruit chaat, sandwiches, spring rolls. Each one varies abd alternates it. After dinner or after iftar all the tea haunts are haunted till dawn😃😃. Hyderabad can be renamed as “The Chai City” too. The energy is pulsating. Haleem the most desired during Ramadan by people from every walk of life. Haleem unites all other than Chai. Hyderabad’s famous bangle market situated in the old city is like a beautiful bride decked in glittering hues. The street has all the bangle carts arranged in regular intervals. A lovely ritual I follow with my close friends every Ramadan. We shop for bangles till we drop for food , literally on the verge of fainting 😆😆. Buying our wears to adorn on Eid with our favourite outfits. The next thing which everyone dies is buying seviyan for the dessert made specially on Eid, called Sheer khurma. The shops boast of different kind of bangle sets. The food joints are roaring with energy. Kababs, Biryani and Haleem doing the rounds. Being summer, Lassi is also a cold special rather than a hot one😆. My beautiful city makes me forget my birth city Kuwait, which I miss a lot. The aura is surreal! Seeing is believing! Experiencing it, is even better!