Colors of life

My dear friend, It’s been a really really long time since we became friends first. Our friendship probably is almost as old as we are today. We know each other since kindergarten and today our kids have also passed kindergarten. It’s amazing how our friendship grew with us and is still as strong as ever. Today, when I look back at those days, it feels like a different era.  In those times, friendship was considered to be a beautiful relationship which bonded two strangers into a lifelong bond and an unforgettable journey of togetherness and companionship. And ours, indeed, was a friendship to remember. We behaved and did everything as sisters would do, only that we were born from different mothers. The journey from school to being college graduates only got exciting and thrilling each passing year and it was just because I had you as my companion. For every little thing. We were like partners in crime. And even otherwise. I mean we couldn’t think of doing anything without ...

My dear daughter, Yes! It’s that time of the year again. Yet another year has gone by as you turn three today. A year of challenges, a year of plethora of emotions, a year of trial and tribulations, a year of exploration and discovery.   Being an Indian mother, my conscience doesn’t allow me to write about my failures or weak moments as a mother. We mothers are expected to be ‘super moms’ at all times and failure of doing so puts us at a risk of being called ‘poor moms’. I don’t really care about how and what the world thinks about me as a mother but it matters to me how you, who means the world to me, when you grow up will think about me. How would you react when you, who look up at your mom for every little thing now, know that your mom is not what you thought her to be. Yes, when you learn the truth that I’m not exactly a monster that you thought me to be all these years. I know it will be the moment of awakening for you and will shatter all your delusions about your mom(me...

Dear You. Yes you who are reading this. Don't look so puzzled. I know you are wondering why am I addressing this letter to you of all people. Well, because I know that you will listen to what I have to say and help me. Or will at least give a thought about it. Who am I? And why do I need your help? Well, I am just one of you. Or you can say in everyone of you. It's how you perceive me. I am around since years but I die a premature death every year by each one of you to be born again next year. Every year you promise to take care of me, nurture me, hold on to me and pamper me. Instead, you end up neglecting me, avoiding me, make fun of me and eventually forgetting me and letting me slide beneath your fingers like dry sand. None of you have lived upto your promise till now and I'm utterly dissappointed in you after giving you so many chances to prove yourself. I understand I dont play an important role in your life as much as other factors but what bothers me is the fact t...

My dear daughter, Today, as you turn two years of age, I look past and reminisce the day you were born. It feels not so long ago when you entered our lives and spread happiness around. You made your way instantly into our lives and our hearts so effortlessly and graciously. The past two years has gone by so swiftly that I now realize that I will miss those little things that I so deeply loved about you. Gone are the days of longing to get a peek of that incredible toothless smile now that you have your complete set of teeth. Gone are the days of watching you take that first step and your wobbly walk now that you run around the whole house with confident stride. Gone are the days of listening to you coo and gurgle now that you talk incessantly all day long. Gone are the days of holding you in my arms and rocking you to sleep now that you lie by my side dozing off listening to bedtime stories. Gone are the days when you sat on your high chair finishing your meals without any fu...