The author reflects on the recent loss of their mother, who battled Parkinson's disease, and the earlier loss of their father. The piece explores the profound emotional void left by their parents, while also celebrating their love and partnership. The narrative emphasizes coping with grief through cherished memories and a commitment to honor their legacy.
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The Year My Family And Friends Wrote Me Off
Before you judge my family and friends, I promise you they did exactly what I needed this year! Some background first… I started 2024 with a view to self-discovery, leading to self-development and new challenges …
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Amma’s “Mor Moong Dal”
Back in 2000, when I was about to embark into my life as a married woman, I sat both my Amma and Appa down and took down all my favourite recipes that they made. Over …
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If Not Now, When? Embracing Academic Challenges
Last year when I took a short break from working life, and began to take stock of life and what I wanted from it, a long-lost dream resurfaced from my memory. I always wanted to …
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Our Two Appas
Every year on 19th April, the day my father passed away back in 2009, I slow down, centre myself, focus on my Appa and in minutes, a story weaves itself from my subsconcious to my …
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Reflections on Life’s Curveballs: My Anniversary Post Journey
For the first time since I started my blog, my anniversary post is late. It has taken me a while to gather my thoughts as they are across a few countries, time zones and lives. …
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Straight From My Art – Workshop 20 – Shiva-Parvati
My cousin Goma found this beautiful piece of art depicting Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati. The sketch being on black paper and drawn mostly with white gave an amazing effect. Myself and my sister Lakshmi …
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Straight From My Art – Wooden Box Decoration
One of our dear friends’ daughter got married in the month of December. A group of friends and colleagues decided to gift her something special and wanted to put the gift into a decorative box. …
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The Art of Decluttering
I look around the house, feeling a little defeated. There are times in our life when dusty shelves and strewn clothes take a back seat over other priorities. This is one of those times. It …
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A Sunday Morning, Appa and an Auto Rickshaw
It should have been 1988-1989 or thereabouts. My sister Neela was married by then and settled in the suburb of Chembur. We stayed in Andheri (East). On numerous occasions during this period, I would have …