Written a month after my son’s birth, this essay is quite literally full of dreams, the dreams of a new mother. Enough said. Take a peek into my dreams for my son and myself!
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Tag: little joys
A surprise gift. A simple yet deliciously cooked meal. A phone call with a friend. Cuddling with a loved one. Books, music, coffee, rain. A little one’s hug and kiss. A cool breeze. Your child’s first word. And the list is well, endless. Let’s put ’em all in one tag. Little joys. Seriously, what’s life without them?
From Bombay to Madras
Places. Memories. If there’s one place that I have experienced freedom in the truest sense, it is Bombay. I lived there for a few months and it turned out to be one of my life-altering phases. When I returned home for good, leaving the city behind, I couldn’t help feeling empty. And as always, I resorted to words to relieve the burden.
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Categories: Essays