It Doesn’t Matter if Those Tiny Shoes Are Blue or Pink!

“Phir se ladki hui he!”(You have given birth to a girl again). This was the first thing I heard, when my second child was born. The duty nurse walked in and placed her by my side. I was exhausted after the long labor and was bleeding excessively. I glanced at her, all pink and tiny, when a single tear drop slipped down my eye. I was happy. My baby was just fine. Hubby and I were elated when we realized that our second bundle of joy was on its way. The nine months seemed too long for us three- and my

Really Educated? #AtoZChallenge

Really… Are we actually “educating” individuals, or merely “qualifying them”, piling on degrees after degrees?  I bumped into Mrs. S at a birthday party yesterday. We aren’t really friends but have had a long association, professionally. A lady with a motor mouth, who seldom knew what diplomacy, was. And anyways in kiddo birthday parties, amidst all the screams and squeaks of children, her loud voice may really not bother you much. It all started with someone complimenting my prettily dressed girls. “How cute little girls look in party frocks, shoes and shimmers,” he said. Mrs. S took no time to

4 Main Reasons Why Indians Prefer a Son

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “First Light.” and To Prime Minister Modi’s “Beti Padao Beti Bachao” scheme. As a mother of two girls, all through the years, I have had people telling me, about the importance of having a son. So last week I decided to chat up with people I know- both young and old- to understand what the actual thought is. And I must say I was appalled at what came out of it. When I was expecting my elder one, the “renowned” elderly women of my colony would often judge the shape of my