“She has a question and I’m unable to answer it!” my father explained to him with an exasperated expression
He looked at me with a smile on his face and asked “What is it?”
“Appa and Amma always tell me to fall at everyone’s feet, or do a namaskaram and seek every other person’s blessing. I don’t know half the people whos blessings I seek . How do I know if they are blessing or cursing me ? Why am I being forced to bow down to every other person as a mark of respect? Respect should come from within shouldn’t it ? ”
Dear Irresponsible Migrant Mother,
What exactly were you thinking when you woke your children in the dead of the night, picking up the baby still asleep? Don’t you know how important it is for children to get enough sleep? They’ll be cranky during the day if they don’t sleep enough. They won’t develop properly if you keep doing this. Children need routine. That baby you’re holding needs to be warm and comfortable, cocooned and safe, like a tiny bud, waiting to bloom in the morning. Those toddlers won’t be able to walk the miles you want them to in the black night in worn out shoes without a good night’s sleep.
What’s that? Speak up. You had to travel at night? It was safer? It was quieter? There was less chance of being discovered? Less chance of being caught if it was dark and the threat that hung over you…
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Stare at three year old Aylan.
Stare at him lying on a beach, his face half buried in the wet sand.
Stare at his bright clothes.
Stare at his tiny hands, his shoes.
Stare at his future that drowned with him.
Stare at the million ways he could have been saved.
Don’t look away.
Feel numb. Feel hollow. Feel anything.
But don’t look away.
Don’t close the window hastily because you can’t see such pictures.
Don’t look away because you won’t be able to sleep.
Don’t thank god that this wasn’t your child.
Imagine this was your child.
Imagine that was your country you were running away from.
Imagine you holding your family, praying for a better future.
Imagine you holding their dead bodies, staring at the ocean.
Imagine you wishing the earth to break in million tiny pieces.
Imagine you are the police officer who picked him…
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Stora delsjön or delsjön lake is located in a nature reservoir that is very close to Göteborg (Sweden). If you ever happen to visit the city on a business trip on a very short duration,and love nature, you don’t have to travel too far to get here.
Half a mug of water ,freshly set on the stove,
one spoon of dehydrated leaves ,mixed with the water above,
boiled a while ,and topped up with milk , turns into a concoction called tea
What would my world be without Tea ? Sometimes when I think about it, I feel glad that I didn’t exist before tea was discovered! If the world does come to an end when I’m alive, I always hope it expires after tea time.
Among UNESCO’s world heritage sites, is a place called Vitlycke museum. This places is home to a few ancient carvings that apparently depict ancient Nordic practices. The museum is housed in a district called “Tanumshede”, which falls between Goteborg and Oslo. Since I was at Goteborg for a business visit , I decided to visit Tanumshede on a beautiful , sunshiny saturday. I came back with one of the most wonderful experiences I would look back to and smile at for a long time.
She watched the world around her
We all have that one person who with just one look, text, or call makes everything better.
One look at the concerned person, One word from him/her or even a text and all the problems in your world will seem to disappear into thin air
Some of us have that person (Women would call the concerned person their knight is shining armor!)
Some of us .. don’t.
Remember that day, when I found a condom in Appa’s bag, and innocently asked you “Amma , whats a condom? Can I open it and see what it looks like?” I think of your reaction everyday now and have a good laugh.
How I hated you then ! The Little me didn’t realize that we would grow up to be best friends .