Journey of Motherhood

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

Ah, Diwali — my favorite time of year. I love the lights, the decorations, the cleaning marathons that make me question if I should just move into a showroom. I love the sweets, the shopping, the little bursts of fireworks that feel magical… until my lungs stage a full-blown protest. Yes, AQI 174 in Dwarka today. And suddenly, my “Happy Diwali!” mood is replaced by a chorus of coughs, vertigo, and sinus screams. Honestly, I didn’t sign up for this! I’m not here to debate whet