Journey of Motherhood

If parenting had a competitive exam, nursery admission season would be its first elimination round. No syllabus, no pattern, no logic—just blind hope, sleepless nights, and a lottery system that laughs quietly while parents slowly lose their sanity. This year, we filled 14 school forms. Fourteen. That’s not a typo. Fourteen carefully researched schools, each promising holistic development, value-based education, and world‑class infrastructure—apparently all designed to polite

The Daughter Who Comes Every Christmas Some daughters are born into your arms. And some arrive once a year — wrapped in winter jackets, jet lag, and a love that fills the house instantly. She is my bhabhi’s daughter — my niece. But to my daughter Kiku, she is so much more than a cousin. They live abroad and visit us only once a year, during Christmas holidays. That’s why Christmas isn’t just a festival in our home. It’s a reunion. It’s warmth. It’s waiting that finally ends.

This year has been amazing .Not the Instagram-perfect kind.The real kind — where your heart grows faster than your ability to stay composed, and you realise you’re raising a whole human with opinions, humour, and impeccable timing. This was the year my baby became a person . The Day My Baby Went to School (And I Pretended to Be Brave) The same child who once had stranger anxiety so strong she’d hide behind my leg like it was top-level security…walked into school. Alone.No te