You are Deepawali ; Everyday is Deepawali
You are Deepawali. You aren’t defined by the dripping faucet;the one you “wished repaired” by DeepawaliYou are the one who still ensures a dry floor.
An Ode to Fat, Harried Mothers
Oh, Yes we are. Fat, Harried Mothers.Our Hips have lost track of your waistsWe have lost track of our husbands.But, we are determined –We believe,
Power + Play. Coming your way.
“Just charge my phone, please.” I say to no one in particular, and yet it means to everyone within earshot. No one stirs. As if.
An In-Wedding Shoot
“Hey, listen, we never did a pre-wedding shoot.”“Okay.”“That’s not a good response.”“Well, I agree with you.”“That’s not good enough, but I will take it. I
The One Who Quickly Rolls Up the Sleeves
The husband quite enjoys those quirky videos on travel and related tips and tricks. LikeHow to cook enjoy drumsticks cooked in six and half different
When Venus and Mars would meet
THOSE HANDS There is something about those hands. Delicate, intricately beautiful, simple. Her hands dazzle me. I find myself often staring at them, as she