“My mother and your mother are the strongest ladies I know,” my father once proudly told me. I simply nodded my head, not understanding what he really implied.

I still don’t know why his mother is one of the strong ladies he knows; but why my mother is, I now know. Surely his reason to call my mother strong is different. Here is my reason-

12th August, 2016-

My father’s birthday.


We all are happy. We wish Papa a Happy Birthday and return to our works. I get ready for school and my father for office. Mummy prepares delicious breakfast. She sends us off. Everyone is happy.

2:20 P.M.

I return from school. My mother opens the door as she always does. No expression of indifference on her face.
“Are you going somewhere,” I ask her seeing her all ready to go somewhere.

“Yes. And you are coming with us. Papa is coming too. We are going to Nani’s( maternal grandmother’s) house. Nana(maternal grandfather) is no more.

My heart skipped a million beats at the same time. I froze. Whattt!

I knew that he had been ill, tormented by paralysis for the past eight months, barely able to move; but didn’t know that today could have been ‘the day’.

It was now that I saw tears in my mother’s eyes. I put a comforting hand around her and waited for papa to come home.

He came soon after. He too comforted my mother. She wept like a child. Tears rolled down my father’s eyes too. We three sat together on the edge of a bed, clenching each other’s hand, staring at the wall right in front of us. No one spoke.

Due to some reason, we couldn’t go to Nani’s house that day. So we decided to go there next morning.

Barely a word passed between us for a next couple of hours. Everyone was visibly hurt, agonised and shook to the core.

How does that make my mother strong? Read on…

Come evening, and we saw a bizarre resilience in my mother.

She silently went to her and Papa’s room, blew up some balloons that she had bought the previous day, and spread it all across the room.

When we saw this, we were taken aback.
Papa told her that it wasn’t required. But she wouldn’t listen. “It’s your birthday”, she said as if the day was ‘only’ about his birthday.

Not only this. Later in the evening she asked me if I wanted to have a cake! I refused respectfully. Nonetheless, she insisted that I could have it if I wanted to. I refused.

At dinner, we were served the best food in the best crockery set. She had also bought some ice-cream for dessert.

All this happened while a smile was hung around her lips. But her eyes spoke moaning words. They, her eyes, were melancholic, deeply dejected and dispirited

No one could sleep that night.

13th August, 2016-

We went to Nani’s house. The ambience was marked by total sorrow and grief. Everyone, who had ever known my Nana, had gathered there.

Here, my mother, clinging to her mother, wept and wept and wept…

The onlookers could not hold back their tears either.

14th August, 2016-

We are back at our home. The grief has not been overcome yet. Everyone is trying to veil it by their own suitable ways.

My mother.

My head bows down to her in reverence and admiration. She chose to celebrate birth over condoning death. My father and her father mean equally dear to her and she showed equal respect to both of them in her own way.

She is an epitome of stability of mind and commendable resilience.

My mother- the strongest person  I have ever known and, probably, will ever know.


My second award!

Thanks a lot vinis2blog for awarding me with this. It feels awesome to know that your work is reaching out to so many people. It acts as fuel to make the blogger keep going. Thankyou for providing me with the fuel. People, do check her blog out…

8 months ago I started my journey as a blogger. Since then a lot has changed positively in me. Blogging has given me a tremendous experience which no other thing can provide me with. I see the world through my blog. I meet people from all across the globe while sitting cosily at my study table, here in Lucknow, India.

Hope Blogging is an eternal journey for me; a journey with an exquisite path but no abrupt or final destination.



  1. Show the award on your blog
  2. Thank the person/people who nominated you
  3. Share 7 things about yourself
  4. Nominate 10 blogs



I had to think a lot for choosing those seven things. Seven is too little. Seven is too much. Only Seven! Oh my god- Seven!  So here the the seven things that made it to the finals-

  • I get bored very easily.
  • I get cheered up very easily.
  • I have never ever met a person who hasn’t amazed/shocked/saddened/delighted me. Every person has a supremely intriguing story behind her/him. And each of those stories is worth putting down into words.
  • I am a pro at procrastinating. For instance- I received this award more than 10 days ago and NOW I receive it.
  • I have no particularly favourite song or a singer or a band. Some of my favourites range from the songs of Kishore Kumar to Arjit Singh; from Beatles to One Direction and Maroon 5…and the list goes on…
  • I think overthink a lot.
  • I am an introvert(and not shy, as I earlier thought myself to be.)

Bonus(because seven is too little)

  • I find it lovely to see people, specially my near and dear ones, smile. It’s lovelier when I am the reason which makes them smile.




Splendid Blogging!

Weekly Photo Challenge- NARROW

Here’s my post for the prompt – Narrow.

The first picture which pops up in my mind on hearing the word NARROW is that of a path tapering on of its end and gradually diminishing into a point.

In this picture, there is no diminishing point; but the silhouette creates an idea of something mysterious and unexpected imminent in one’s life.

For me, it symbolises the unexpected turn of events in a person’s path of life.

What meaning does it hold for you?



Weekly Photo Challenge- DETAILS

In my junior classes I had read- Light itself cannot be seen but it can cause other objects to be seen!

Seems like this picture defies that statement.

Still, I cannot decide that which detailing is more dominant-

The details of the path of the sunlight or

The details of the piece of wood the light is passing through or

The details of the room which is glowing in the magnificence of the sunlight

Decide for yourself and let me know!


It is a wooden partition kept in our living room. One fine afternoon, I walked into the room and was struck by the brilliance of the view in front of me. I procured my phone and clicked what you see.




वह दिन!

क्या दिन था!
तारीख थी 21 जून 2016। तारीख इसलिए याद है क्योंकि संयोग से उस दिन ‘अंतर-राष्ट्रीय योग दिवस’ भी था। पर अगर न भी होता तब भी याद रहता। बात ही ऐसी थी कि याद जिसे रखे मन।

मेरा पहला इफ्तार!

यह कहते ही, मशहूर शायर, राहत इंदौरी कि एक पंक्ति याद आती है-

“वो रोज़ा नहीं रखता मगर इफ्तारी समझता है।”

हुआ यूँ कि मैं एक सहेली के यहाँ गई। चलते- चलते इफ्तार का वक्त हो गया। सहेली ने कहा कि अब तो इफ्तार करके ही जाना पड़ेगा। मना किया( आखिर राहत जी की वह पंक्ति जो याद आ गई थी) पर वह नहीं मानी। बस फिर बैठ गई खाने।

और, क्या खाना था। क्या ही खाना था!
ख़जूर, पकौड़े, पापड़, आम, जामुन, शरबत, तरह-तरह लज़ीज़ पकवान; इतने लज़ीज़ कि अगर उदर अनुमति दे तो ज़िन्दगी भर खाते ही रहो। इस पर ख़ातिरदारी तो ऐसी, जैसी किसी शहंशाह की भी न हो।
इतना आब- ओ- अदब!

मेरी दोस्त! मेरे पहले इफ्तार के लिए शुक्रिया! 

अब अगली बार के लिए कोशिश है कि रोज़ा रखकर इफ्तार का लुत्फ उठा सकूँ।

ख़ुदा हाफ़िज़।

Weekly Photo Challenge – PARTNERS

When I think of partners , I think of people. And when I think of people closest to me , I think of this girl-my sister.

She is just a year elder to me. So you can fathom the profound amicable bond that we share.

She is not only a sister but also a friend, a confidante, a supporter, one whom you can irritate to any level and still be forgiven,a motivator, one whom you have a terrible fight with without any fear of losing her…

But…But… She  is leaving for college in a few days. I always knew that this day was coming, but when it has finally come, I feel monstrously bad and hollow…😦


She is the taller one here and I the one who looks like a boy😂





(We lack good pictures together.)

[Weekly Photo Challenge- Partners]


My First Nomination! I cannot thank THE LIVING ME enough for nominating me. Do check out THE LIVING ME ! It’s awesomely awesome(it’s an under-statement though)!

The Rules are as follows-

1: Write a post to show your award.

2: Thank the person that nominated you.

3: Briefly describe your journey as a blogger.

4: Give advice to other bloggers.

5: Nominate the deserving ones.


I have always loved writing. It all started with my writing funny and somewhat inconsequential poetry in my mother tongue- Hindi. People around me loved them. Then I began writing in English too. People loved that as well. Writing essays and flash fiction followed. Then I took writing as a hobby. By and by, it became my favourite past time. But now it is no longer a way to pass time. It is a fuel to get me going in my day-to-day life. Feeling happy- write. Feeling Sad- write. Feeling nothing-write. Just write.

But somehow, it dawned on me that simply writing in my diary, which no one except me would ever read, is not enough. Why not something larger? Something grand?

And hence the BLOG.😃

I love this place. I see the world through different blogs. I meet amazing people, all from different walks from life.

I was apprehensive at first- How would it be? How would I manage it? Would people like my work?

But no more of it now. This is such an undescribably magnificent place to belong to. I talk to people I have never met. I travel places I have never been to…

You get what I am trying to say, do you not?



Keep writing- Anything that comes to your mind. Every thought of every person is worth pondering over. Let your thoughts be known to others. Who knows that you might have a revolutionary thought in your mind?!

Keep reading- That’s where ideas come from. Learn new things to write about. Widen your knowledge. Expand your knowledge. Pick up a dusty magazine from an abandoned corner of your home and just read it through. How about months-old newspapers, or your brother’s comics, or a cook-book…

Seriously, just read whatever you can get your hands on. READ.

Keep praising– Nothing seems more pleasing than a comment telling you that how lovely your blog is. Is it not? If you do not like a post, do not praise. It is perfectly alright. But if you do like a post, PRAISE IT. Do let the writer know that how brilliant her post was. You would only lose a couple of minutes but they would have their day made. You would be the reason they would care to write another post. I mean, who does not love their blogging account full of likes and comments and other notifications?


Who do I nominate?  There are so many proficient bloggers out there.

For now, here are a few nominees-

AMIR. His is a way different kind of blog! Check it out to see why.

OLOWOKEREISAAC. You will assuredly love his blog.

KHUSHI BAJAJ. It has varied contents on diverse matters. Visit it to know more.

Happy Blogging!