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I put on my Dancing Shoes I am a princess, I am a princess,  You made me a princess, You did. Not my fault (that) I don’t know any other. I dance to my own beat I no longer make a hasty retreat You made me ; You make me. I am glory; I am

Me  : Kuku, do you think I should dye ? (my hair) Him: Ofcourse, the earlier , the better. Me : yup – even I was thinking the same.  Where should i do it?? him : Oh wherever – should not be messy though. Me: same concern. I dont want to use harsh chemicals. Him

From now on, I will celebrate the person in me. Not the woman not the lady not the girl. After reading umpteen articles about women on 8th March every year, it stuck me that the person in me is being suffocated trying to be the woman in me. Please don’t get me wrong – I

I love being a working mom. I bet you did a re-read on reading this. So did I. The first time, the thought came to be, I did a re-think. But to reinforce what I said , here are my top reasons, why it absolutely rocks to be a working mom. I get to stay