Just One more Cup of Chai

Life's own longing Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. At least some of you might have read these wise lines by Lebanese-American poet, painter & philosopher, Khalil Gibran. The first time I happened to read them, I was not a parent and I definitely wasn't wise. Having two kids and getting older with aging parents surely grants some wisdom and only now I can understand the true meaning of those lines. I chose to write about a sensitive (and very likely a controversial) topic today because of a discussion that I had a few months back on our family group. The discussion revealed many valid pain points and an in-depth understanding of each point drew my attention to the first principles of our relationships with ourselves, each other, and most importantly with our children. The lines in the ...

When I was contemplating on what my first post would be about, it was like I had opened all the sluice gates of the mind at the same time. All the gates had the same gushing pressure. When I finally had some time to calm my thoughts and analyse one topic at a time, I found one that has always been close to my heart ever since childhood. This subject has been talked about so extensively, mostly in the right context, but many a time totally out of context. I can say that somewhere along it lost its way and was completely misunderstood. It only reduced to a trendy sound bite rather than a genuine systemic movement. This post is dedicated to my tryst with Feminism. I was born a female and I have always been proud to live in this skin. I came into this world in Goa (India) at a time when most were happy at the birth of a daughter, but would surely be happier if she was born after a son.  They say my mother felt that way, but the way she, together with my father, raised me does ...