
“Am I doing this right?” It’s a question I don’t always say out loud. But it’s there. In the middle of a normal day. In between small decisions. In quiet moments no one else notices. “I think I am…” And then—”Or maybe I’m not?” I pause. I replay something I just did. Something I just…

Sometimes, I wonder if I was listening… or just waiting. Waiting for a response that looked familiar.Waiting for words that sounded the way I expected.Waiting for something that felt like an answer. And in all that waiting, I didn’t realize—something was coming back to me. Just not in the way I had imagined. An echo.…

There was no Eureka moment really. No loud realization. No clear line that said—this is where everything changes. It was quieter than that. Rather it was a blur at one point. A series of small discoveries, gently unfolding. The way he played—so focused, so immersed, like the world outside didn’t quite matter.The way he responded—sometimes…
The connection of a Mom and child is established right at the beginning of the pregnancy. As the pregnancy progresses, it gets stronger and as we approach the birth of the child, the only world child knows is the Mom. Thats what we had —the quiet, unspoken bond. Like an invisible thread tying us together,…

If there’s one thing motherhood quietly hands you—along with love, worry, and a never-ending to-do list—it’s opinions. “So many opinions.” “Try this.” ”Don’t do that.” “He should be doing this by now.” “Maybe you’re overthinking it.” “This is what we did in our times” Some of it comes from care. Some from habit. And some……

What is “Normal”? Meaning of Neurodivergent ? We all know what baby milestones are; don’t we? A baby turns, crawls, teething etc. When I was pregnant all these were like written truth. I read What to Expect When you’re Expecting. But what was I expecting? A happy child with regular milestones. Becoming a mother was…
Learning to Walk Without a Map Standing With Myself in Late Autumn There’s a quiet kind of courage in showing up for yourself, day after day. I don’t yet know which path is right, and the future is still blurry—but I am walking. This is the chapter of foundations: of failing, trying again, and learning…
Open mics have become a part of my life — one weekend every month, for the past two years. It’s been a journey of discovery, expression, and connection. I even introduced my son to it; he’s a pianist and a writer, and watching him share his art fills me with pride. But this blog isn’t…

I’ve always believed that some books find you at just the right time. For me, Devi by Prasun Roy was one of those unexpected finds. I discovered it randomly while scrolling through my Kindle — and guess what? It was Navratri! The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. What started as a casual pick quickly…

Introduction to the toughest words I have ever written: There are some stories a heart never plans to tell — because speaking to them feels like reopening a wound that never really healed. Yet, within that ache lives love so pure, it deserves to be remembered. This poem is for my little one, whose heartbeat…