The confused soul

A struggling Kid - Part 2 With all the conflicting thoughts Meera was very determined to help her mom in any way possible. Her mom struggled against all odds to get her into an English medium school so that her daughter need not struggle like her. She used to sell 'puri bhaji' in morning and also do other households chores for a living. By the end of the day her mother used to get exhausted , the only time Meera used to get with her mother was at night. Naive Meera used to wait whole day long to spend time with her mother with lot of questions in her mind. One fine night Meera was lying down on her mother's lap counting the innumerous stars in the night sky, suddenly she asked her mother what does Meera means?? Why is her name Meera???.... Mother with a leer on her face replies: "I kept your name Meera because you are the Laxmi in my home one day you shall bring 'prosperity' (meaning of Meera)". Meera was very happy to know that her mother se

Thought of the day Sometime all it takes to change the course of your life is a small positive thought

Definition of Parenthood :  Parenting is not easy with great difficulty one succeed's to raise a kid, it's a fine balance of art to convince your kid they can do anything in life simultaneously yelling "Don't do that!" Every three minutes. Parenting is shouting out same words over and over again until you give up and yes, no shit given... Parenting is your voice was like Alka Yagnik and now it's like "Dhinchak Pooja". Parenting is like a rollercoaster ride, you never know what twist and turns you gonna face. Parenting is like a 24*7 shit sorry shift..you be like "I should be paid  more here rather than what i get from work". Parenting is like finding that 'X' in the equation, whose answer is unknown to the world. Parenting is like plunging into the unknown, with lots of do's and don'ts. Parenting is a sweet deal between husband and wife where both take turns in cleaning dirty diapers. Parenting is like ag

A struggling kid - Part 1 Today i will narrate a story of  a girl named Meera, She lived in Kolkata ' The city of Joy'. The day she was born less she knew what the destiny holds for her. Growing up was full of fun and love, sorrow was an alien word to her till she turned 8. The good part of been a kid is you see the positive part in all negatives and find happiness in your own little world where no one judge you for your mindset for your actions, but sweetheart don't forget you are growing up and flaws are part of it. Now that Meera have turned 8 she started understanding the complex relation between her parents. What she though was love is actually a struggle to live together bearing each others grieve, failure & expectations in their heart and living, imposing those expectation over the kid who barely understand the meaning of expectations. Meera's mom was daily troubled by his dad and Meera would sit quietly in a corner struggling to understand where th

Periods Mood swings It's like various modes of  bowling Inswinger: when your emotions r boiling inside thriving to come out then comes the outswinger: hello madam I m out without your permission. Side effects you cry nd laugh in that very moment, shut urslf down no human interaction unnecessary yelling at your bechara bf....nd mny more. Then comes fast balling where u r crying and eating a chocolate nd cursing the entire human race to question rising on ur birth right to grieve on ur fallen apart relations to your own messed up life to your job that pays of your debt nd what not.  But again we r women who holds up d flaws in their claws.  Happy periods...☺️☺️🙏🙏