Deep down, people are all alike...

"Why did you decide to Home-school your child?" is a question I have been asked very often. I have given different answers to different people, but the honest answer is, I knew no better. Bam! I said it! I really couldn't have it any other way! Just like for some the natural and obvious thing to do is to put kids in school, this was my natural organic way of doing things! I got introduced to Breastfeeding as the natural way, followed by a number of things that I followed, like Baby-led weaning (children self-feeding from the age of 6 months), Baby-wearing, Cloth-diapering, Gentle Parenting, Natural term weaning (I nurtured my child till he was 4.5years old) and in the same scheme of things, the concept of Homeschooling. For me, Homeschooling was just the natural progression from all of these that I was already following. I still remember one of the first homeschoolers I met, to whom I asked what is homeschooling? What she said was so simple, yet as an after thought, so p...

It's OK to Just Be. It's OK to not be a "somebody" today, tomorrow or the day after. It's OK to just live life as it comes. It's OK to not Aspire to be something or someone. You are wonderful as you are! It's OK to not seemingly make a change in anyone's life. You are an inspiration by just being yourself. It's OK to feel low. It is only human to do so. It's OK to cry. That is just as strong and beautiful an emotion as joy. It's OK to seek help. There are way too many out there willing to help than you can imagine. Believe. It's OK to reach out. It's OK to love, to disappoint, to feel hurt, to feel broken, to feel strongly about something, to be angry, to be happy, to jump in joy, to smile, to laugh at little things, to be emotional. It's OK for both you and me. It's OK to Just Be.

It was 7am and Tanu was all ready for the day. Bathed and dressed in her crisp salwar kameez, she picked up her file and started off on the routine she had created for herself over the past few months. She waved to her roommates, who wished her luck whole-heartedly as always, and walked the lane that led to the main road. The ultra-narrow lane had rooms on both sides, most of them housing atleast 5 like her. The roofs leaked during mild rains and the rooms got flooded during heavy ones. They were together working on repairing it before the next rainy season, but that'll have to wait for the weekend, for her weekdays were full. She reached the end of the narrow lane and as if a new world opened up in front of her, she stood facing a vast frontal area of an expansive tech park. The road she had to cross to get there was extremely wide and difficult, both really and figuratively. She stood there, staring at the building for the 8th continuous week. She stood there as all tho...

It is ok. It is ok to just exist. It is ok to not succeed It is ok to not achieve It is ok to not have a job It is ok to not have too much money It is ok to live life It is ok to be happy by just being Cos that's how we were meant to be! It is us, humans who Started off as an atom or two Who was no different From the chimpanzees, the baboons, the elephant! Who spoke no complex language Who bothered not to write down anything Left nothing but paw prints on the earth Went around for food searching The same humans who, Are now proud of the things we do. The things that led to us Defining our own acts Leaving no longer prints of our feet, But those of carbon in repeat. The same acts that now makes us differentiate Between us and others Amongst ourselves Within ourselves We have our highs and lows Of greater and lesser mortals Where we no longer remember where we came from What we did, What we didn't When life was one Living beings were all the ...

Married, two kids, a wonderful husband A beautiful life, Picture perfect The normal bind With a very positive effect But I dare not be that way I wish life was not that way I wish life to not be normal I see it as a sign of mediocrity Live I will, My life my way Not the ever so treaded path But make one anyway Fear I have not Of what I wish to do Fear I do not Of what will come out too Fear I do not To take the path alone Fear I do though Of being a Normal person   Picture Credits: Rain and Sunshine, Oil on Canvas; http://trinathsen.com/

Chapter 2 After a whole day’s physical and mental strain, she was still in the kitchen, cleaning and readying the kitchen for the next day’s chores. She washed the mixie vessel and the non-stick pan, which would be short-lived in the hands of the maid whose main weapons were Sabena and The tablet foil. She then added just a ladle of curd to a vessel full of milk and let it rest in a corner of the granite slab which acted as her regular work table. She transferred the remaining curd into a smaller vessel and put it near the mixie, which was the only empty spot nearest to the Kitchen door. She still had to put that day’s washed vessels in their allocated locations and fill the “vessel tub” (a tub allocated for vessels to be carried away by the maid) with those to be washed the next day, then ensure nothing unnecessary was still outside, put if any, into the fridge, wipe the granite and gas stove clean without a dot, switch off the gas, put a couple of almonds in a cup of...

Here I am sitting in silence My eyes closed, lips shut My mind clear without a sound   Far away somewhere In the distance I hear a drop Fall to the ground It would probably rain It would probably not Care I don't for neither, rain nor dark   Blissfully Solitaire Calm and composed Casual noises none so profound, none so stark     Few get to be alone Peaceful and in calm cologne Fragrant in nature's perfume Pears, Berries, Flowers and Bloom.