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growing up

  • A Mother’s Footsteps

    Mother’s day. Another western custom that has slowly filtered through into the more conservative eastern culture. Growing up in a Muslim Indian home with relatively strong traditional and Islamic values, we really never celebrated Mother’s day. While the message of… Continue reading

    A Mother’s Footsteps
  • The Never Ending Carousel

    Round and round.  Life spins, so fast that you don’t notice at first. The light then dark. The high then low. And here you sit on your perch. Held up high then dipped a little low. A pattern we all… Continue reading

    The Never Ending Carousel
  • The Rebel Queen

    Once upon a time… That’s usually how all love stories and fairy tales begin or with something equally as cheesy and ridiculous as that well worn phrase we all grew up hearing. The familiar tones of stories with beautiful endings… Continue reading

    The Rebel Queen
  • Still A Kid

    When I was a kid… Oh wait I still do that… Continue reading

    Still A Kid
  • My Heart Beat

    Every heartbeat is one closer to the day there are none… Continue reading

    My Heart Beat
  • The Business of Marriage.

    Growing up in a relatively traditional Indian home “Failure” is one of those taboo words you never mention unless you want to be condemned. It’s quite possibly on the same level as admitting to having contracted the plague or H1N1.… Continue reading

    The Business of Marriage.
  • A Hairy Story

    In the words of Coco Chanel, ” A woman  who cuts her hair is about to change her life.” Let’s just take a moment to reflect on one of the many topics that seem to boggle the minds of men… Continue reading

    A Hairy Story
  • 90’s Kids V.S The 2000’s

    Today I had a rather strange conversation with a kid who after asking my age decided that a six year age gap would not have any influence on his chances. In other words he decided the best thing he could… Continue reading

  • To Grow Up or Not To Grow Up?

                                                Recently I found myself listening to a friend complain about her brother and his apparent inability to behave… Continue reading