A Paradox
Like the river
that
flows calmly,
like the storm
that
never lets up,
like the hill
that
stays put, … More A Paradox
Like the river
that
flows calmly,
like the storm
that
never lets up,
like the hill
that
stays put, … More A Paradox
This happened many years ago. My elder one was around two at the time.
One day, I noticed the silence surrounding me. Silence was always welcome—it had become a rare commodity since the birth of my son. … More Without Realizing It
What are dreams made of
Fluffy pieces of cloud
refusing to drift away,
making me feel light,
sometimes they are
what my dreams are made of. … More In Fragments and Meaning
Have you suffered from losing your identity bit by bit? Did you look back to find yourself as a different person? I have! These days, for the most part, I am ‘Aryan’s Mom’ – Aryan is Kanna’s official name. I introduce myself to other parents as ‘Aryan’s Mom’ and they know me not by name … More Who are you?