it never late

My kitchen has always been filled with knick - knacks all around, but I hardly worry about making amendments to it.. Afterall, it's a kitchen!!!!   A 12 X 8 ft space of wall stands lone at the posh area of my house, holds a strong affinity deep within my heart!! This tiny little rodelent needs no introduction for its Grand Opening!!! My mornings, never gets kicked off without a glimse of the opalescent decor it holds !!Embellished with bright and vibrant colored tiles, geometrical layout, gloss finished drawers and cutlery so unique, gives a feeling of gratification for everything I have laid my hands on...  But is this the only thing my kitchen leaves me with!! Much, much and much more than I had expected !!! Way beyond that exotic and lush ambience, lies the smell of those heavenly masalas spreading an intense aroma, adding taste and texture to my food,  feeding and filling many !!!! However,things has never been the same as it seems now!! There was a time when I m...

I start to muster those beautiful thoughts, which keeps coming from that itsy bitsy piece of mind surrounded by flesh and blood.. It wanders around each corner of my house wiggling and giggling, making the earth look topsy and turvy.. Naive as it looks and fearless as it sounds, this little munchkin unflaggingly leaves all remarks of being embraced in the town....  It fills my heart and my soul and convert my house of bricks into my HOME.  The world I believe, revolves around this mischievous piece of life created by God and gifted to be handled with utmost care and love..  Is there some treasure hidden in my home?? Emphatically  " Yes" . It's none other than our bundle of joy, it's a girl and not a boy...  No wonder, this little spice of life would one day grow into an adult with wings spread to cover the sorrow and pain of the world.... I am not a poet,but these lines slips automatically out of my tongue, every time I see her tiny feets up to someone... ...

We all are losers (to an extent) in this so called 'game of life', but we still posess some inbuilt powers to recover from our worst to our better... Good or bad, it dents everyones life but doesn't stop making a living... Life is full of mistakes, then why shouldnt I be allowed atleast one!!!  So given a definition, we knowingly/ unknowingly, willingly/unwillingly, tend to make mistakes!!! Yes I have committed a mistake!!!  Perhaps  we all do make mistakes ,we do repent , we do improve upon incourse of time( certainly not pre-defined : depends on how much we enjoy making mistakes)...  The funda is as simple as its flaw(which comes flying so quickly to attack you, already knowing your intution of committing it..in advance 🤔). But nothing to worry as its counterpartner  "the pacifier" ( i.e. our pretend/ lie / sorry) is always hiding somewhere (as a shield ) to mark it's entry, making the whole picture black and white...  # the movie is in watch mode now# N...

I was a little confused selecting the title  "parents have all the time", but as I keep writing I would gradually shift to a better version by the end...  Well let me shoot my question now: "Do parents have all the time"?? This is not pointing to anyone or probably to everyone!!!  Looks simple as it sounds,  but a lot more complicated when we handle the worlds toughest challenge of becoming a parent..  I could hardly remember my childhood until I was 10 ( a random guess)..I think my remembrance has reached its saturation,but I never regret much on this ..  after all, we never mesmerize all this till the tape rewinds again and stops at a loose point !!!  Have i ever had grudges with my parents or ever have they refused to listen to me, is what I keep thinking when the movie began playing at my home ..i have certainly made this assumption based on the current situation when I see my  kids suffocating with the burden of rules (levied most of the time...

Holding a towel in my hand, sitting in a room away from even the sound of my breath, I had managed to gather some time and words to write my heart down...  But I am still perplexed to chart the priorities as I write...  From a working to a non working woman, I had never let the wishes go far from me... I would never let myself call me a weellaa...i could hardly gulp that listening either from a kid!!!  chasing all the desires  without letting  know the capacity i hold, is obviously called unorganized way of planning..But I am still making a room to start with. Managing tasks at home as its never ending, neither so creative to keep me enthusiastic all day,  strives my thirst to achieve them more and more...its not that I wanted to end being famous or  being rich, its just that the cream needs its glaze. Shine like you know your worth more than anyone does.... I keep thinking this almost a thousand time...thats what I get lost mostly into and the ground...