Daughter
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It has been almost four weeks since school reopened after the summer vacations, and what a month it has been: a month of two seasons, really, stitched together by one very confused sky.
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The carton arrived the way good things always do here in Mumbai: sweating slightly, a little battered at the corners, smelling of somewhere else. I knew what it was before I opened it. You always know. There is a particular hush that falls over a house when the year’s first mangoes from your own farm…
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Some Father’s Days, I find myself standing in two places at once. I’m the daughter who grew up wrapped in a love that never asked for anything back — and I’m the mother now, watching my own Little Miss look up at her father the way I once looked up at mine. This year, that…
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The summer holidays always end the same way for us – too fast, and with a small human who has very strong opinions about waking up early again. School reopened this week, and our mornings are back to their familiar shape: my alarm going off, a gentle (and then less gentle) round of nudging, and…
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Sensory-friendly, affordable indoor activities for special needs children this monsoon — calming corners, fine motor crafts, and rainy-day play that’s actually been tested at home.
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I poured my love into a wellI could not see the bottom of.Each word I said dissolved like rain,each name I called rose up, then fellback into silence, back to you,unreachable as morning sky.I learned to love without return.I learned to give without a ledger.I learned that love could be a verbthat needs no echo,…
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Sensory play is any activity that stimulates a child’s senses: touch, sight, hearing, smell, and taste. It’s a wonderful way for little ones to explore the world while developing fine motor skills and focus. The best part? You don’t need expensive toys to get started. You can create engaging experiences using everyday items from your…
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In the quiet spaces, deep and still,A magic grows that words can’t fill.She doesn’t need a golden tongue,To be the song his heart has sung.With a gentle touch or a steady gaze,She guides him through the worldly maze.Her wings are made of strength and grace,Reflected in her peaceful face.Though silence dwells where speech might be,Her…
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The other day while looking for something, I found Little Miss’s doll lying under the bed. The doll, who I call Dolly, once a pristine cream colour doll with blue dress and blue cap looked so dirty I straightaway had to give her a good hot bath and dry her in the sun. Dolly is…
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I will have held Little Miss’s hand through every storm,And she will have taught meWhat strength really looks like.Little Miss will have laughedIn a world that didn’t always understand herAnd that laugh will have beenThe most honest soundI ever heard.There will have been hard mornings,Doors that wouldn’t open,Words that wouldn’t come,Days that asked more than…