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DAD - is the word

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This Covid year has taught me to be grateful for so many things I have had and all that I have earned. This Father’s Day and every other day from December 9 th , 2018, (I Started calling you DAD) I want to thank the man who became my Father by choice. Of course, I am not making it up, you did STEP UP. THANK YOU FOR NEVER GIVING UP. I remember what a brat I was in my younger days that you witnessed, and I know it couldn’t have been easy to deal with me, especially with my lows and then every inch of me after I got married. Your persistence and determination have not gone unnoticed. I probably deserved you, to write me off long ago, but you refused to give up. Thank you for always loving me. CHEERS FOR ALWAYS BELIEVING YOU ARE and WILL BE MY DAD, NO MATTER WHAT. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one to tell you that you weren’t my real dad, the entire world around us did, and they always will., but you are, you always will till my last breath. “Real” isn’t determined by DNA. You’r

Cheers to 3 years of togetherness: I trust our next chapter because I know the Author

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Today, my husband and I celebrate our third wedding anniversary. THREE YEARS. I know, I can barely believe it myself. When we got married, I thought we’d spend years 1 and 2 and 3 on a luxurious island vacation, or stretch out on the beach of a high-end resort. In reality, we are stuck at home and maybe just trying to bunk in the middle of the lockdown to some local café or just stay home, pray, and wait to cook a splendid dinner. The way we choose to celebrate our anniversary isn’t the only thing that may turn out differently than I’d expected, but my husband and I are, inarguably, both very different people than we were on our wedding day. Our basic way of life, our career paths, our political views, our idea of personal growth, our general life plans, even our spiritual growth journey that we expected to work out together, all have shifted throughout the last three years — but we’re still together, and we’re still happy and we’re still in love (I think). Our partnership is ungla

Quarantined: Celebrated 30 years of existence on earth

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Confessions 2021

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Life isn't about waiting for the Storm to pass... It's about learning to dance in the r ain... So it starts with me, it is only when I started to realize that nothing can bring you peace, but yourself. Confessions 2021: Recently a fit of events took place in my life, I was suffering from fits of depression that would range from working over 14 – 18 hour straight without breaks, to long sobbing on my pillows, to sitting in my bathroom and doing nothing, cutting off from the entire social media world to randomly posting all at ones and then feel the hollowness in my heart. I did everything I could to try and get through that sad feeling — engaging in all possible hobbies I had known my entire life, attending random empowering events, being around my close ones and family — but nothing seemed to work. Meanwhile, life wasn’t through drizzling on me. I was diagnosed with PCOS and record-breaking Hypothyroidism. I had gained weight (almost 14-15kgs just in 8-9 months). This was the

‘Bloom where you are planted’

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Before I clearly get into the topic, I am going to try inspiring you by telling you a story, A fairy tale I suppose - The story of the big Oak and the crawling Oak. So, the big oak and the crawling oak are two trees, and they are brothers (assume for the sake of metaphor), So the two trees are planted on opposite sides of a creek. The big oak was satisfied with where he was placed, he bloomed where he was planted, but the crawling oak was dissatisfied, he was not happy with where he was placed, he did not bloom where he was planted. He in fact wanted to be on the other side of the creek with his brother because he believed that that was where it was going to make him grow big and tall. So, every day the crawling oak tried with all his might to move himself to the other side of the creek, and every day he became more and more bent until one day he found himself to be so crooked that he could never grow to be as tall as his brother. Sad, isn’t it? I hope you get the story, do you? So

Practicing the PAUSE

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Practicing the PAUSE!!! The famous French philosopher Blaise Pascal wrote that - “All the unhappiness of men arises from the single fact that they cannot stay quietly in their own room,” Well, that isn’t me . With today’s frenetically fast paced world I find it as an opportunity to put a halt to everything and surprise myself with a PAUSE, and this quote by Pascal amazes me that this PAUSE was equally delighting in the 17th century when Pascal first made that observation. PAUSE is when there comes a moment everything within me resists motion. I love my life and the precious people in it. Yet, suddenly, the very intimacy I cherish feels like a burden I can no longer carry. I want to see myself as a person who is competent and sturdy and kind. And then I am unable to be any of these things. I just can’t plan one more balanced dinner or sit at the table and have one more meaningful conversation with my mom. I can’t anticipate or meet one more need or set one more thing

MOTHER'S DAY - A reminder of loss

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This Mother’s Day I wonder if you would consider women, for whom this time of year must be difficult. Women who have miscarried or lost unborn children, women who have lost babies that were born but spent too little time here on earth, women who struggle with infertility, and women who have lost their mothers.This really is not a pity party, it is a hope to enlighten masses who have never been challenged to think this way. As I write I remember of my friend, Tinu, who recently miscarried. She told me that when she passed the racks of her infant’s clothing, she nearly wept. It is without a doubt that Mother’s Day will be a challenging time for her as it is for many mothers without their children—mothers like her. This was her second baby who died of a random genetic abnormality, just moments after he was born. Since then, She has approached Mother’s Day with mixed emotions. “At first, the day made me feel like a failure as I asked myself, What did I do wrong?, Then, as the years p