Living in a big city, I miss the fresh air, the silent morning, chats during breakfast, the friendly neighbors and calm nights. I wish and pray that in my old age, I return to a small town where there isn't much to shop but yet I am happy, where there is no junk food chains but a hot bonda makes the evening tea spicy, where there is no cinema but still I am entertained, where my son can ride his cycle freely. I am a small town person and my heart aches for it.
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2012-07-06
Small town girl
Living in a big city, I miss the fresh air, the silent morning, chats during breakfast, the friendly neighbors and calm nights. I wish and pray that in my old age, I return to a small town where there isn't much to shop but yet I am happy, where there is no junk food chains but a hot bonda makes the evening tea spicy, where there is no cinema but still I am entertained, where my son can ride his cycle freely. I am a small town person and my heart aches for it.
2012-07-05
Down the memory lane
Watching the road during travel or watching the fan on a sleepless night, always takes me down the memory lane. Yesterday night was one such night. Down the memory lane, I happened to think about the people I have come across, those who have made my life beautiful. In this busy life, I am not in touch with many people. But thanks to Facebook and other social networking sites, we are being informed of the good and bad happening to them. Its really great to know that people have reached places, have graduated from top universities, got married or blessed with a cute baby. Through this post I just wanna say I am happy for all the achievements and happiness in your life. Thanks for being part of my life.
2012-06-12
Being a Parent
Its ages since I blogged. Finally I have found sometime from being mom and hence thought of posting a blog. My little one is 6 1/2 months and its been a mad rush. It was like yesterday I first held him, already 200+ days has flown away.
Being a parent, I have realized how well my parents have cared for me. Bringing up a child is not cake walk. Thanks to my parents who have brought me up with all the love and comfort. The toughest part of being a parent is the helplessness. When my little one is crying with all the rocking and soothing there is a million questions that raises in my mind. Is something bothering him? Did some insect bite him? What did I do wrong? Did I eat something that is causing him gas? Am I doing it right? And finally ones he is calm, I boost my self confidence by reassuring that his only way of communication is to cry.
Amongst all the crying, sleeplessness, tiredness and helplessness, the babbling, laughing and hugging makes every day pleasant and memorable.

