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 t was a summer afternoon And we were both at work To get him finish Fuckin FFM This poem is his perk ;) It was lunch time and off I went For an hour or so.. 10 mins, I'm done with food Oh Damn! I miss him soo People around laughing, Moments high and low Amidst them I sit and see They ain't the reason for my glee! Its a weird feeling,  Somethin so new.. A few mins away, I'm restless, damn you! My mind wanders elsewhere,  Back to my desk, whew! Don't know what this feelin is, Until he says, "You know, I also feel like keep on chatting with you"

HEADSUP: This is going to be a baby obssessed mother's rant about her baby!! This was supposed to be a facebook post or a short Instagram story. But the more I thought about it, the more it hit me.  "The purest form of love is not a mothers' but it is that of a child" I know, I know I've said it before, but the more real something seems to me, the more I want to write about it. My kid is almost 2, and every single day, atleast a hunderd times I feel the purity of his love. Scientifically, a kid is a parasite that grew in your uterus, sucked out all the calcium from your bones and latched on in there till it was ready to deal with the world. And even then, he stayed latched on to you everytime he needed nutrition and your selfless body knew exactly how to take care of his every growing demand. So why do I call his love so pure? His nutrition sucking parasitic love. Sometimes I wonder if its just the hormones which make me fall more in love with my parasite or is he...

“Sometimes I feel like a supermom and sometimes like a disaster waiting to happen,” said every working mom ever. What? Don’t look at me, I have been a working mom for less than a month, and this one almost-month has been one hell of a roller-coaster ride (I say that too often, don’t I?) Well, for all of you who don’t know, mommy got herself a job this month. Obviously, mommy’s obsession with baby did not let her go out get a regular job, so she is doing a stay at home, but pretty time consuming and challenging job. When you want to get that every minute of complete concentration on your work while your baby sleeps, you don’t sit on the study table that you were so keen on turning into your home office or outside your bedroom on the huge airy, with-an-excellent-view-of-nature terrace, the former coz you can’t risk waking up your baby with the clanking of the laptop keys or your stupid hushed voice over calls, and the latter because the time you might take to come back when yo...

It’s a tradition that we have been following, the letter writing. At least one letter on every special occasion. Ofcourse I will tell my baby stories about his childhood when he grows up, but this feeling of unimaginable, heart exploding love I feel for him is worth documenting from time to time. So here goes, a late first birthday letter to my little man, the best baby in the whole universe, the most perfect son, the one who makes me count my blessings…. Hey Abu Baby.. Yes, that’s what I’m calling you these days. I can’t believe you are already a year old. You are so much bigger now than the little new-born we were waiting to meet at the hospital. I used to fear holding the tiny you back then. Scared that I will mess you up. You were so little and so fragile. Now you are my big big boy who laughs or at least smiles every time I look at him. Your eight perfect teeth. The squint of your joyous eyes. The way your cheeks rise. God!! I love it when you smile. I have neve...

Ever wonder what it’s like to be in love? To love someone so much you feel you can’t breathe without them? To love them so much you fear you will stop existing if they went away? To love someone so much, you feel like you are the richest person in the world, the happiest, when you see them smile? Loving someone so much that even when you wake up in the middle of the night, half asleep, completely senseless and you happen to gaze upon them sleeping, you feel like “What a sight!”, “What did I ever do to deserve him!”, “He’s the best!”, “OMG! I love him so so so much!” Well, I do, coz I love him, I love him so much that his presence lights my world up. When he walks away my heart breaks a little inside and I begin to feel empty (and mind you, I am only talking about when he goes to the kitchen to get some water, or, you know, to the loo). Well, such a love can be an exhaustion! An exhaustion that feels like a thrilling ride on a rollercoaster. So scary but so awesome all at the...

Ever wondered about this long standing Indian tradition of arranged marriages and the Oh! So ever growing stigma against love marriages? What’s wrong if two people find each other, fall in love with each other and want to spend the rest of their lives with each other? Well, nothing wrong as far as you don’t consider the parents disapproving and placing restrictions, or the religious or cultural differences. You may even ignore the “Char Log” of the Indian society pointing fingers at you and talking behind your back for the rest of your damn life. Well, then it will all be okay. I had a love marriage. The best kind of love marriage there ever could be. I did not have a random aunty following me secretly to give reports about my “boyfriend” back home. Oh, and I also escaped the restrictions, the stupid “Char Log” who have nothing better to do but to talk about me. He and I are married now. We really don’t have much of the cultural differences. Life is pretty much the sa...

Most of my thoughts these days are about the ability of all life forms to create life. Maybe this is because I am manufacturing a tiny human inside of me, or because the beauty of nature always amazes me deeply. Creating a living breathing human, literally from scratch, how can a person not be flabbergasted by that. Creating something from nothing (well, since God creates, and we just manufacture, lets substitute create with manufacture). Manufacturing a person from a single cell, way way way smaller than the tip of a needle, I am like WOW!! No matter how common or how ordinary it might seem, it still blows my mind away every time I think about it. Can you say your body has 2 beating hearts? Or 2 brains that are firing neurons like crazy? Or 2 different sets of human DNA? Well I can, at least for a few more months. And this feeling is extremely exhilarating. But well as exhilarating as it may sound or seem, it is still a heck load of work, obviously manufacturing a human...