Youth Was Loud, Age is Lyrics

What do you think gets better with age? They say age is just a number — but if that number comes with back pain and reading glasses, is it really just a number? Yet, oddly enough, while our bones might creak and our metabolism taps out early, some things surprisingly do get better with age... Continue Reading →

Excitedly Clueless — And Loving It!

What are you most excited about for the future? The future? Oh, I’m thrilled! But not for any one thing — for everything. For the unknown, the unplanned, the perfectly imperfect curveballs life loves to throw. I’m excited about burnt toast that might accidentally lead to discovering my inner chef (or fire extinguisher skills). I’m... Continue Reading →

Let It Go, Let It Flow, Let Me Grow

What could you let go of, for the sake of harmony? There was a time I had to respond. Had to explain. Had to prove I was right — whether it was about how to fold a bedsheet, pronounce "quinoa," or the correct plot of a 90s movie. I wasn’t arguing; I was “clarifying” —... Continue Reading →

Scrubbed Clean, Soaked in Joy

Describe your most memorable vacation. Vacations are often sold as sandy beaches, chilly hills, and five-star comforts. But the one etched deepest into my memory had no resort, no room service — just a mountain of steel vessels, a riverside, and an endless supply of soap suds.It was October 2014. We took a 10-day break... Continue Reading →

The Self-Governed Republic of Me

On what subject(s) are you an authority? Authority is a big word — it wears a crown, carries a gavel, and walks like it owns the world. But when asked, “On what subject are you an authority?” I could only grin and say, “Myself, mostly. And even that has mood swings.”No PhD, no world records,... Continue Reading →

Romantic? It’s Not Just Roses and Rainbows

What's your definition of romantic? Romantic — now that’s a word that’s been boxed into candlelit dinners, violin music, and sappy cards with glitter that never leaves your fingers. But here’s my definition: Romantic is when he remembers your chai has to boil exactly three times. Romantic is when she pretends not to see your... Continue Reading →

Dear Universe, Thanks for Not Giving Up on Me

How do you express your gratitude? In a world spinning faster than a fidget toy on espresso, gratitude is the pause button we all need. It’s not just about saying “thank you” when someone passes the ketchup. It’s about recognising the invisible threads that hold our messy, miraculous lives together — like the stranger who... Continue Reading →

Worry in the Air, Laughter in the Living Room

What are you most worried about for the future? Some days, my mind plays a 24x7 news channel, broadcasting every ‘what if’ scenario ever invented. “What if my kids don’t eat enough vegetables? What if they turn into couch potatoes who think ‘broccoli’ is a Wi-Fi password?” The worries are real—and wildly imaginative.But then, like... Continue Reading →

Belly Button to Babyland: A Tale of Three Brave Trips

Have you ever had surgery? What for? I didn’t walk through motherhood—I was wheeled in. Not once, but three times. Three cesarean sections. Three dramatic entries. No violins, just beeping monitors and surgical masks. Was it easy? Absolutely not. But would I do it again? For those tiny fingers and sleepy smiles—without a second thought.They... Continue Reading →

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