Journey of Motherhood

One of the most heartbreaking parts of being a woman who gets married and moves to another city is something no one really prepares you for. The distance from your parents. Not the physical distance — that can be measured in kilometers, flight tickets, or train journeys. I’m talking about the emotional distance that quietly grows with time. When I got married, my husband lovingly told me, "You can go to your parents whenever you want." At the time, it sounded comforting. Reas

At 33, no one tells you that motherhood sometimes feels like a quiet, middle-aged identity crisis wearing pajamas with milk stains. You don’t wake up one day and dramatically lose yourself.It happens slowly. Quietly. Like socks disappearing in the washing machine. First, you leave your home. Then your city. Then the version of yourself that knew which café made your favorite coffee. Now your world is smaller but somehow heavier. Your friends — the ones who knew you before yo

Every year on Women’s Day, the world celebrates women with loud words — strength, power, independence. But there is another kind of woman the world rarely talks about. The one who cries silently. The one who sits with questions no one hears. Sometimes the heartbreak begins with something small. A simple sentence that lands heavier than expected. “What do you bring to the table?” You think about the salary you spend entirely on the home — groceries, bills, school fees, medicin