Autumn in a hill station

Rinku came home after an eventful day at school, she often started her day at the crack of the dawn. While everybody at home cuddled in heavy blankets, she hurried to the washroom to spruce up. The hints of road canines and wild felines were dogging. Rinku and her friends walked to the tuition class…

Open Letter to my 16th Year old son

It was this day, 16 years prior when the hints of child crying rose in the tranquil room of the Operation Theater. A lovable kid with pink cheeks, gracefully dressed in blue, transformed me into mother. My eyes are wet even before I have put my words down. I can now feel what my mother…

Miraculous Birth of my first child

On a Saturday evening toward the beginning of January, I joined a specialist couple to make a trip a couple of miles to celebrate a friend’s child’s birthday. We lived on South Coast on the shores of white immaculate sandy seashores and turquoise Indian Ocean in Mombasa, a seaside city in Kenya. Our cottage looked…