On a sultry Sunday afternoon, I was hopping the TV channels and stumbled upon ‘Sardari Begum’ - one of the movies I was fond of. I started watching it all over again. It’s surprising how your interpretation and viewing experience changes over a period of time, for the same movie. Your interpretation is outcome of your current state of mind and being.
It is that time of the year where kids just love to play all day without any obstacles (in the form of parents). In fact, this is the time which makes a person like me jealous.
Our younger one is one inquisitive kid. We try to answer most of her questions but some of the questions are just jaw dropping.
I find all children equally fascinating – to watch, to talk to, to play with. Most of the times that is not, while they are in the midst of a tantrum or a stubborn sequence of nos and why’s and whines, or when my smartphone is being charged. 
Before becoming a parent myself, I was very besotted and amused with children.
Each time she visited me in boarding school, apart from reaching out with a hug, she had the following things to say to me:
With a toddler in tow in a hotel!
If it isn’t already a task to find anything or set things back, living out of suitcase, add a toddler to the scenario. I have never had more time spent trying to organise my luggage to get a better deal out of daily life.
As children we are always taught to respect our parents. Parents are God in human forms, one should worship one’s parents and it is the duty of the children to take care of their parents in their old age, these are some diktats that have been floating around in our society for centuries.
Most mothers I know agree that a woman’s life changes irrevocably after she has a child. The changes in her priorities and lifestyle are so stark that it’s like a rebirth. I turn Nine years old today. Nine years back, on this day I became a mother.
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