From my MIND

When the flag of freedom swayed high in the hands of a child in mids of chaos. A sense of  pride peeped in with a gush of stories that cost so may lives for us to be free. But when he walked close, tapped on my car window and said, "Didi le lo, sirf sau rupay"(Didi, please buy it, its only for hundred rupees). I felt so meagerly tiny in those deep eyes, which said, "what's the cost your ready to pay for my freedom."  Happy Independence Day.

I looked at the mountain ahead and said, "I can't do it. It's too high and steep. I can't climb it. Look at me! I can never do it." Then my friend turned me over and showed me the mountains I had crossed already. He said, "You trekked the mountains that we're even more high and cold. The one ahead of you is just a small hill." I stared at those innumerable mountains with wide eyes and said, "Damn! Did I trek all that??? Woh! Let's go. This is just a small hill." #StoryTelling #LookBack #AmAMountainClimber #YouDidItBefore #YouCanDoIt

When my niece, held my finger to keep her baby steps forward, she did a couple of things, grip my finger firm, stand on her own, balance, take one step at a time and once she sees an onlooker seeing her with awe, chuckle a joy of laughter. And while I was helping her out, I bent a little so that her hands are comfortably lift and she doesn't feel the pain. I didn't hold her hand at first, I let her take a complete hold of my finger and then clasped her hand gently. Ju st in case if she leaves my finger to pick a leaf and looses her balance am right there to hold her before she hurts herself. I walked at her speed. I smiled when she smiled. I often turned around to people who saw us walking and said she is doing so great. And when it was done, held her on my lap, gave a high five and said, "am so proud of you my baby!!" Now when I compare this to my relation with my parents, for my every new step of my life.. Its just the same. I look up to them to start ...

I stumbled on this file last night that has all my old printed articles that were published in newspapers. As I flipped it open one by one, the movie trail of the past moved speedily. Although all the articles are memorable the one that will always remain special will be the article on Graham Stuart Staines, as it was my first article published in English daily. I was 17 then. This incident of burning a missionary alive with his two sons, had made me bitter, questioned a lot of do's and don't s of society, the facts of religion, the hope in humanity and the disastrous differences in faith. Didn't really expect my thoughts to be printed, but yeah when it did, it made me believe that my timid voice could also be heard 'aloud'. This incident made the mark of my way to Journalism. It was because of this article Mumma believed that I could make a difference (well, I haven’t done it yet) and also make a career in it. For a middle class conservative family to t...

After a tiresome day, when the darkness swept to give some rest to the body, I happily clinged to my blanket to shut the day. Soon I saw myself sitting on a rock, seeing the calm waves splashing the water, like singing an ode to the dawn. My hair swept past my face, as if trying to wipe the worry out of my life. To end the muse I was in, someone whispered, “Hello! Hmm… may I sit next to you?” “Here?” He nodded. “hmmm … actually I …” “never mind … I will sit on the other rock… was lonely… so huh..just wanted to talk to someone” “I don’t know you..Ok no problem…hmmm …please sit” “Thank you. I wouldn't introduce myself would love to keep that way… but want to have a heart felt conversation.. if you don’t mind” “ok!!!” “What is the thing that you dread the most” “Loosing loved ones… or leaving loved ones forever” “Death?” “Yes” “WOW! That means you have a lot of people who love you .. and you love them back unconditionally too” ...

Hello everyone, Your love and inspiration has encouraged me to pen down every beautiful episode of my daughter Joanna's life in new blog, " The world of Joanna ". This blog will just not be a diary of Joanna, but it will be lots more than that. May be our daily episodes of life can help you tackle some parenting problems, discover a child's unknown zone, prepare them for a better tomorrow, help them overcome their fear, help them spread love and so much more. Moreover, I don't want this blog to be a one way communicator, so am welcoming each and every parent to discuss their lovey-dovey day to day episodes with us. I welcome each one of you, to be part of beautiful celebration of life, with my darling Jo. Hope you guys will love it. Cheers! Sharon Supriya