I learnt how not all Americans celebrate Christmas. I was organically and naturally ‘inoculated’ to have cultural sensitivity and to ask before assuming about someone’s faith and beliefs. My cards now simply read – Happy Holidays.
Frizzy hair is a challenge during winter. Add on to it, an improper diet or an underlying physical condition or the various styling products that we use, its bound to be a bad-hair day. This winter, tackle your bad hair days by being cautious and adopting home remedies.
In earlier times, since women got married early and often became widows at a tender age, all households had two sets of women, the widows and the married, clearly distinguished by the colour code. Saris were made from a white cloth, better known ‘thaan’ in Bengali. While the widows wore white, the married women had a red border.
Here’s raising a toast to three ‘young-old’ women who are aging like fine wine.
Still, monsoon arrives every year unfailingly with all her magic, soaking the asphalt-covered streets, the resonance of falling rain on tin sheds reminding one of the mellifluous notes of the Santoor and the urban poet is content in writing his name on the fogging glass facade of the airconditioned coffee shop.
How naive it was of me, when I dreamt of splashing waters and letting myself feel the rain, when someone, probably a few kilometres away, was struggling with an ounce of drinking water or some morsel of grains or a shelter to cover themselves!
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Emotions are always best felt in one way. To each her own. Let’s respect that and expand our repertoire to create a more tolerant and conducive space where appreciation precedes judgment and love conquers limitations
Is Mother’s Day still happy for her? Will those articles and stories on the greatness of mothers make her proud of herself? Will she be able to accept herself wholeheartedly for taking this decision? Will she not doubt her own intentions and abilities as a mother?
I thought for a few minutes before I could muster up the courage to speak my mind.
