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My last post for this year 2018. Read more here

Delighted to interview author Simi K Rao. Read more here

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On the 10th anniversary of the Mumbai attacks, I finally mustered the courage to write this. Read more about it here

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My books, my stationery, my favourite writing pad were all thrown into the tsunami of her fears. She was sure that my study was secretly hiding her car keys! Read more here

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This job was going to be hers for sure. It would change everything for her. Change everything for all of them. Forever! “I feel a new beginning coming towards me and it’s running towards me with open arms.” Read more here

Kate,her beloved sister was her dream, hope,happiness.The gleam of a thousand stars shone on her face as she thought of her sister. Her precious possession. Read more here

As she edged towards the water, she felt a strong hand tugging at her tiny wrist. She turned to see that it was Andrew. He pulled her close and hugged her tight. Read more here

Armaan did not know how to react. Shock, grief, sympathy flooded him all at once. He wanted to ask Gargi what happened, how did it happen? Read more here

Sharing his life with his wife was the best thing that happened to him ever. Only after their marriage, did he really begin to enjoy love of his life. She added the flavour of happiness by her simple acts of thoughtfulness. Read more here

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They sat face to face in ‘Addiction’, their favourite coffee shop. Usually, the place oozed with contagious excitement. It felt different today. Both of them did not feel like grabbing their comforting cup of cappuccino. Read more here

I remember the time when my kid hadn’t started speaking yet, he spoke to me with his hugs. I love you Mom hug, I am happy to play hug, I am excited to see something hug, I want to say something hug, Hug me tight hug, hug me even tighter hug and a lot more. I could hear everything he wanted to tell me, without him saying a word. Read more here

“Can I eat you up please?” I ask my twelve-year old son, who does not react. He does not even look at me blankly. He carries on with whatever he is doing, pretending that he never heard me. Read more here

Trisha stood at Terminal 1A waiting to board the flight from Chicago to New Delhi. Clutching her over stuffed, sky blue handbag with one hand, she restlessly waited for the boarding announcement. Thoughts of her previous visit to India felt like tasting sour curd. But memories were like stubborn stains, the more you want to get rid of them, the longer they stay. Read more here

“Is that your son? He is so handsome!” said my new friend when she saw my son for the first time. I nodded and waited to thank her as my smile widened and heart swelled with pride. “He doesn’t look like you though,” she says quickly, before I can speak. “Thank you,” I manage to say with a crestfallen face. Read more here

When people ask me how many kids I have, I always say “just” one. I reflect further to think why I used the word “just” when I did not really need to. The change in people’s expressions when I say that I have “just” one kid is so unique and equally unforgettable. Read more here

Rendering the toughest compositions in the most endearing way, with winsome smiles and a casual presence on stage, the Navatman group will have your foot tapping and lips moving in sync with them. Read more here

Unsettling, threatening and deeply disturbing. I am sure that’s what teen silence does to almost all parents, and I am one of the flock. Read more here

I loved singing the divine raaga Amruthavarshini. Read more here

Delighted to be featured on mompresso's Facebook Page for the second time in a row. Read the full article here

It was a delight to interview Shalini Ramachandran, founder of Euphoric Delights, a popular Facebook Group. Read the full interview here

I was recently interviewed by the digital branch of the Charlotte Main Library. The link to watch the whole interview is here

Any seasoned writer will tell you the honor and struggle of being republished. Read on about my piece here

I promise you these are not preachy words on a busy Thanksgiving morning. But, it’s that time of the year when it gets colder outside but warmer inside the house, surrounded by our loved ones. It’s also the season when hope and gratitude find a place in people’s hearts and homes. We all have our own struggles that we are facing every day and sometimes life is so hard that it’s a challenge to be grateful. But in happier times, I do put a few moments of my daily stress away and feel grateful for everyone and everything that makes my life worthwhile by bringing joy and adding value to it. Often during Thanksgiving, I have been drawn into discussions about how this season of giving makes people think beyond themselves. It’s important to count our blessings and be thankful for a lot of things that we take for granted otherwise. I recently fell into a discussion with my student friend Zach Freeland. “Finding value is a lot harder when you’re more fortunate,” he says. I was amazed at his wo

Diwali is a celebration of good over evil, darkness over light and knowledge over ignorance. In India, Diwali surrounds us with excitement, extravagant shopping, fire crackers, exchanging gifts, feasting on lavish meals, wearing new clothes, buying jewelry and lighting up homes and neighborhoods with oil lamps. Streets are transformed into a whole new world, bustling with life, glittering with dazzling light bulbs, the air oozing with cheer, laughter and the spirit of festivity. A long stretch of holidays at work and school makes it possible for everyone to meet and greet loved ones living far away and spend quality time with those near and dear. Celebrations begin early in the day and last for days after the festival is over, leaving precious memories to linger in our minds. After moving to the United States in 2015, my definition of Diwali changed drastically. Though I followed all the traditions as I had in my home country, the feeling was never the same. The five-day festival that