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Mindful Parenting: Identifying Kids’ Needs

Hello! In my last few posts, I have been talking about mindfulness and the circumstances leading me to feel inclined towards it. One of the areas of my life where mindfulness has proved most helpful is parenting. According to my understanding and experience, mindful parenting, like mindful living, centres on being present in the present… Continue reading Mindful Parenting: Identifying Kids’ Needs

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Breaks, Breakdowns, More Seizures, and Mindfulness

Hello, and a very happy new year to you and your loved ones. I hope you’re all doing well and have had a good start to 2022. As you probably noticed, I took a long break from the website (and pretty much everything else), beginning mid-2021. If you had been following my journey, you probably… Continue reading Breaks, Breakdowns, More Seizures, and Mindfulness

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Being a Stay-at-Home Mom & Why Words Matter

I have been a stay-at-home mom since 2017, and social conditioning, and random comments from random people, have always made me doubt the worth of what I’m doing. Now, after being a stay at home Mom for around 5 years, I can say that I feel more confident of myself and more aware of my… Continue reading Being a Stay-at-Home Mom & Why Words Matter

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Social (Media) Change & Social (Media) Anxiety

Trigger warning - this post and the poem are about high anxiety and stress. Some people, especially those already dealing with these, may feel disturbed by the content. So, after my second one was born, I took a break from social media. I completely disappeared off the face of the www, and that was the… Continue reading Social (Media) Change & Social (Media) Anxiety

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More thoughts on Home & Exile

Trigger Warning: Some readers may find the thoughts discussed in this post disturbing. So, here is another poem I wrote about my confused identity as someone from Kashmir, who has no physical connection with the land, or the trauma associated with exile. This was also published by South Asian Ensemble, like the first poem. The… Continue reading More thoughts on Home & Exile

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Mothers & Daughters & Domestic Violence

Trigger warning: This post has a poem on domestic, gender-based violence and physical abuse, which some people may find disturbing. Growing up in India, I heard so many women discussing marriage; and every time someone talked about their complaints with their husband, some woman commented, “At least he doesn’t hit you.” I talk about India,… Continue reading Mothers & Daughters & Domestic Violence

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A Poem about Home, Exile and an Unspoken Connection

Hello. I hope you’re all safe and well. I don’t know why but I have been thinking a lot about Kashmir lately. Kashmir, often called Paradise on Earth, is a troubled state in India. Its history is stained with violence, unrest and their obvious companion exile. Now, although my ancestors, Kashmiri Pandits, had to flee… Continue reading A Poem about Home, Exile and an Unspoken Connection

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Life between Lockdowns: Smart Kids, Tired Parents

I think all of us are familiar with the fresh challenges we face these days, because of the COVID crisis. One among them is parenting during lockdowns. I am home all day with a 5-year old and a 2-year old. While I’m incredibly grateful that I have a safe and comfortable space where I get… Continue reading Life between Lockdowns: Smart Kids, Tired Parents

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Unsolicited Advice…My Fear of Driving…And Why Words Matter

So, as I said in my last post, my husband had his first seizure two years back. At the time, we were extremely stressed and I was even more vulnerable than usual. I know a lot of people who hide these things from others for a variety of reasons. However, being the younger kid (I… Continue reading Unsolicited Advice…My Fear of Driving…And Why Words Matter

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The Fear of Seizures…And Why Words Matter

Two years back, ten days after the birth of my younger kid, my husband had his first seizure. All of us were sleeping when it happened. It was around dawn, and I feel embarrassed to say that I had no idea what was happening when I saw him. I called 911 and they told me… Continue reading The Fear of Seizures…And Why Words Matter