Welcome to Sharon’s Read and Reflect — a cozy corner for curious minds and wandering thoughts! ✨ I’m Sharon Clara Fernandes, someone who believes reading adds wings to the mind and writing gives it a voice. 📚 Here, I pour my thoughts, a dash of humor, and a sprinkle of reflection into every piece I write. The more we read, the more we grow — and I’m learning right along with you! So grab a cup of coffee, sit back, and let’s journey through words together. ☕💭
There are days when your mind feels like a browser with 47 tabs open, three of them frozen, and you have no idea where the music is coming from. That, my friend, is brain fog—an uninvited guest that shows up without knocking and refuses to leave even after you’ve offered it tea. “Clarity isn’t lost... Continue Reading →
If you’ve ever heard your children argue over who touched whose imaginary boundary line on the sofa, congratulations—you are officially raising siblings.Siblings don’t just fight. They perform. One moment they are sharing snacks like saints, and the next moment they are debating ownership of a pencil like it’s ancestral property.“Why does he always take my... Continue Reading →
Somewhere between packing lunch boxes, answering office calls, finding missing socks, and remembering who likes less sugar in their milk, a silent myth is born — “A good mother is always available.”It sounds noble. It feels right. But let’s be honest… it’s also a little dangerous.Because being “always available” often means being always exhausted.And exhaustion... Continue Reading →
Someone once said, “Raising children prepares you for many things… except dealing with grown-ups.”And honestly, the more we interact with adults, the more we realise something amusing: handling children is often far easier than handling adults.Children cry loudly when they are upset. Adults smile politely while silently building emotional volcanoes.Children fight over a toy for... Continue Reading →
“Pain is not a wall,” someone once said. “It is a doorway disguised as one.”For the longest time, I thought pain was a red signal. Stop. Cry. Complain. Order extra chocolate. Repeat.But life, in its usual dramatic fashion, recently handed me a plot twist.I am a mother of three energetic humans who believe the house... Continue Reading →
There are days when life feels like a buffet plate at a wedding — overloaded, unstable, and one wrong move away from disaster. Work deadlines, school projects, unread messages, laundry that multiplies like it has a PhD in reproduction — and somewhere in between, you are expected to “stay calm.”Sometimes, our brain simply looks at... Continue Reading →
There is a tiny word that weighs nothing yet carries mountains.“Thank you.”It doesn’t glitter like expensive gifts. It doesn’t make dramatic entrances. It quietly walks into a room and rearranges the air.Have you noticed how a simple “thank you” can straighten someone’s tired shoulders? The shopkeeper who has been standing all day suddenly smiles wider.... Continue Reading →
Somewhere between a child’s first cry and their first mistake, an invisible rule is quietly written into society’s handbook: If something goes wrong, ask the mother.Not the situation. Not the phase. Not the many influences shaping a child.Just the mother.A child forgets homework—“What is the mother doing?”A child talks back—“Didn’t she teach manners?”A child struggles—“I... Continue Reading →
Children don’t learn emotional health from lectures. They learn it while watching us look for our phone in the fridge, sigh dramatically at traffic, or whisper “I’m fine” with Olympic-level denial. Emotional health, it turns out, is a silent syllabus—taught not in words, but in moments.Parents often ask, “How do I teach my child to... Continue Reading →
Let’s be honest. If parenting came with a warranty card, “No Yelling Guaranteed” would be printed in microscopic font—right next to “Results may vary.”Every parent starts with noble intentions. We promise ourselves, “I will be calm. I will be patient. I will speak gently.”And then someone spills milk for the third time, loses the shoe... Continue Reading →
Have you ever noticed how one tiny moment can hijack your entire day? A sharp tone from a colleague. A spilled glass of milk. A child beginning a sentence with “Amma…” and before the sentence even reaches the full stop—boom—we explode. That, dear reader, is not personality. That is reaction.I once came across something called... Continue Reading →
If generations were rooms in a house, the Silent Generation would be sitting quietly by the window, observing everything without commentary. Baby Boomers would be in the living room, guarding the remote like ancestral property. Gen Z and Gen Alpha would be upstairs, live-streaming life, questioning reality, and asking why the Wi-Fi has emotions. And... Continue Reading →
Trauma is a strange kind of editor. It doesn’t use red ink or loud corrections. It writes quietly, in invisible ink, revising our reactions, preferences, and pauses—long before we realize we’ve been edited at all.Trauma doesn’t always arrive like a thunderstorm. Sometimes it slips in like a dripping tap: a harsh word repeated too often,... Continue Reading →
If someone had told millennials that one day we would raise our kids using a philosophy called gentle parenting, most of us would have laughed, adjusted our Walkman earphones, and gone back to watching Small Wonder. Yet here we are—parents of a digital generation—trying to raise emotionally intelligent children while our own emotional intelligence is... Continue Reading →
If love is a warm hug, emotional boundaries are the cozy sweater that keeps that hug from turning into a chokehold. We often assume boundaries are fences built for strangers, but the truth is: we need the strongest boundaries with the people we love the most. Why? Because closeness without clarity becomes chaos.As the writer... Continue Reading →
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