A celebration of my mother’s life and the enduring bond she forged. Oh, Mother! Lost in memories of you—my unseen strength—I miss your warm hugs and sweet smile.
Category: Love
How to love
I was taught how to love…For the forest, my soul is to grow…Poem on what my family enlightened me how to love!
The Irony of Agony!
The Irony of Agony Poem by Rooh!
The Plaint of a Homemaker
Working women get to see the outside world. How easy it is for a homemaker, no time constraints – such a relaxed life! Oh! but the plaints of homemaker.
A word of love to a healing heart
Stride through the alley of purgatory…The bliss that is to embrace you, a word of love will enlighten the immortal in you.
Kindness during Corona Times
Through all the process, if anything was difficult then it was avoiding an emotional attachment with the infant. Especially after having looked after the little bundle of energy as one’s own for days….
Are Guardian Angels real?
Chinnu vouches that it is the poor that humanized her. The poor women would finish their work at home, rush to the center, do all the work for the challenged children, and feed them
The love of my life
Your were a mystery…Yet…Your courage holds me tight…Your love lights my path…
Good bye
Not to erase it…But to ease it off…Lets say the final bye…The good bye.
When can we love again, in freedom?
A society that does not allow their youth to fall in love, grow in love and die ripe in love, is a brutal society. Can we be a change in allowing our children to fall in love without letting caste/religion be a deciding factor?