A Mother’s Promise

I have been a storyteller for as long as I remember. From my very first written story at age 5, to the endless evenings I spent regaling my (oft bored) younger sister with tales of monsters and maidens, the art of storytelling has held immense appeal to me. I have been blessed to get published multiple times this year, but to be featured in an actual book is a new honor!
First Moms Club's Inaugural Ebook launched last weekend on Mother’s Day. I was privileged to contribute my own story and share space with so many talented writers.

Smiles and tears, laughter and madness. The Mommy journey and the people we walk it with. This ebook is filled with heartfelt pieces about Motherhood and the unique love that blazes within all of us.
Download here and please share : https://firstmomsclub.in/a-mothers-promise/

Grab your copy (it’s free!) and settle back with a hot cup of tea. This one is special!
Here’s to all the rockstar moms in our lives!

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Do Mice wear shoes?

The woman hitched up her skirt and continued kneading the dough. Her kids ran around, chasing each other in a quiet pantomime of the real game. They knew too well about bruises and broken bones - presents from their father if they were too loud. The woman cast a sour glance at her husband, asleep in the corner of their shack, his skinny chicken legs peeking out from under his discolored Long Johns. Outside, the snowstorm raged on, driving the sky to an ugly gray color. Rather like one of my bruises, the woman thought, with a little flash of anger. She rubbed the small of her back (which still hadn’t recovered from the “rearrangement” her husband had done two winters ago). “Mama Mama”, a little voice squeaked next to her. “Da, my little p rintsessa ?” “Do mice wear shoes?” The woman didn’t know what to make of that. Mice? In this Russian winter? Her first thought was the beating her husband would give her if he noticed any holes in his sweaters. Ivan di

Girls and Boys and all that noise!

In a curious case of reverse gender inequality, someone asked this question recently. Why is it considered acceptable to say “we want a baby girl”, or even “gender doesn’t matter”. If one wants a baby boy, is it still taboo to express that?

Sssssh!

I have always been a wuss around creepy crawlies. Insects of all manner and snakes. Big problem for me. In fact, as a teenager in Mumbai, I often walked past snake charmers and their kind - mostly on Railway bridges and near temples. I took a wide detour every time I spotted a scaly head bobbing outside that wicker basket. To overcome my fear, I befriended a few of the snake charmers and much to my dismay, one of them invited me to touch her snake. I didn’t want to seem stupid. One shaky finger on the reptile and I promptly regretted everything. From then on, I have been a vocal opponent of all things slithering and I have often been accused of being rather a bore on the subject. The other night, I had finished watching a rather gory episode of the Walking Dead. Gut and brains everywhere and much bashing of zombie heads. Usually I sleep like a fat baby after my nightly zombie dose, but that night I had this intense nightmare. (You know how dreams are trippy? One minute you’re fli

Witty Bean

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