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Knocking on Tomorrow’s Door

Late at night, the world grows quiet enough to hear your thoughts. Today was a medley of small, sweet moments—a random phone call, children’s laughter, starlight flickering beyond city glow. 

Tomorrow waits just beyond this door. What it holds, no one knows. But when we knock, we carry the kindness, courage, and curiosity of today. 

Here’s to gentle knocks and hopeful tomorrows.

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Juggler! Jugaadu!

Call me whatever you please. I am all of this rolled into one. I am Mummy. With a superpower to make a strawberry appear out of thin air, to clean up the arty mess in seconds. My Tara has me on speed dial!

Every so often there are days like today—the type when your calendar does the least balancing and your heart does the most.

It was my little one’s final day in play school. In itself, just an ordinary Friday on paper, but it was the end of an unassuming chapter to me. She’ll begin “...

It’s All in the Mind

A few years back, I attempted something outrageously out of character — a trek. That, too, in Bhutan! We were trekking up to Tiger’s Nest.

Me, who hadn’t walked in ages. I was so used to procrastinating about beginning my fitness journey. But there I was, halfway up a hill, wheezing like an old accordion, legs wobbling, and a very smug mountain goat staring me down.

I wanted to quit. Every cell in my body was screaming, “Turn back! Go home and binge-watch something!” But something in...

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

This post is more for me and for all those moms who forget to comb their hair—most days!

Let’s get one thing straight: just because your kid’s favorite word is “Mama!” doesn’t mean that’s your only identity. You’re also a woman, a goddess, a queen—who maybe hasn’t deep-conditioned in six months and thinks “serum” is something scientists use in labs. It’s okay. We’ve all been there.

But here’s the thing: your skin and hair miss you. They’re patiently waiting for your return! And it’s t...

Gone Baby Gone

Sudeshna looked around frantically. Sona! Where was she?

Her 4-year-old was nowhere to be seen.

She’d only looked away for a few seconds—ducking behind a tarpaulin near the fruit stall to hide from the sudden police raid. The hawkers had scattered in all directions. In the chaos, Sudeshna had yanked her bangle basket under her arm and darted between crates and carts, assuming Sona was right behind her.

She wasn’t.

Now the market was settling, but Sudeshna’s heart thumped louder than ...

Friends like Family…

I have a small circle of friends who are more like family. Friends like Family…

After much deliberation plucked the courage to go to Delhi with a toddler to attend my friend’s Father’s 80th birthday.

It was super fun…and much needed break.

I’m back in Chennai after a wonderful trip to Delhi, and my heart is full. I went there to celebrate a dear friend’s father’s 80th birthday, Tamil Brahmin style—it was such a warm, beautiful gathering, and I’m still buzzing from the joy of it all.

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Effort

In a world obsessed with outcomes, we often forget to honor the quiet, consistent effort that goes into anything meaningful.

Effort doesn’t always look glamorous. Sometimes, it’s showing up early when no one notices. Other times, it’s staying late to get something just right—not for applause, but because it matters to you. It’s the invisible force behind every success story, every skill mastered, and every relationship nurtured.

At its heart, effort is a reflection of care. It’s saying...

Daily Doses of Disquiet

Sometimes, I wish I had been born into a different circle. People who would’ve lifted me up, supported me, offered better advice—or simply stood by me.

Well, the “stood by me” part is still happening. What really grates on me is the constant mismatch of expectations. It’s exhausting to navigate, day after day.

The way people casually dismiss my agency drains me. Juggling housework, a full-time remote job, a growing toddler, and aging parents—it’s a lot. Too much, sometimes.

I get furiou...

Cheating

Recently, I watched a series on MX Player called Shiksha Mandal. The series is based on the Vyapam Scam in Madhya Pradesh. The Vyapam scam, an entrance examination, admission, and recruitment scam, was functional since the 1990s and was finally exposed in Madhya Pradesh in 2013.

Here’s a short story about how an honest student’s efforts can go down the drain if destiny doesn’t favor him.

Aaditya sat in his tiny room, the light of his study lamp casting long shadows on the wall. His...

Burnt Out?

Some days, I feel like a candle burning at both ends—only the flame is fueled by spilled milk, tantrums, and an ever-growing pile of laundry. I love my child. I love being a mother. But there are long and heavy moments when I feel like I have nothing left to give.

This morning, my toddler woke up before the sun, bouncing with energy I couldn’t even pretend to match. My eyes felt grainy and exhausted as I stumbled to the kitchen to make breakfast. I barely sat down before she needed help with ...