Being What I Always Wanted To Be.....

I used to be very proud of not being addicted to anything in my life. If I am spending time on tv which can become an addiction, I would immediately shut it off without being much affected, if I am getting to be a workaholic, I would immediately get back to other priorities in life and stuff like that. If I keep scrolling social media for no reason, I retire from all those apps in a snap.  And that’s the reason I prefer even the hobbies which are self dependent. I mean if I like sports, I prefer going for a run rather than something which needs another person. I like reading, writing which is a big time solo.  But lately, I realised that I have an addiction of being addicted to people which is probably since the time I was big enough to be social. And apparently that’s a real thing! There have always been people in my life in every phase whom I am addicted to talking to, chatting up, sharing things etc. Obviously not everyone is not so fond of such things and over the time the decline

So today is Father’s Day and the father-son duo spent the whole day together playing like both are 3-year olds. I did my part by cooking on demand for both the boys and overall the day was good.  I do not exaggerate when I say that my husband is the best father I have seen in my life. He teaches our son the biggest lessons of life so subtly and so calmly that it’s nothing less than a miracle most of the time. Ayaansh has overcome his most fears, learnt to let things/people go in the healthiest way possible and brings out his artistic side .. all thanks to his father’s efforts. He is the strict parent among the two (yeah it is a surprise for me too!) but he is still Ayaansh’s best friend. They love reading together, they love hugging each other while sleeping, they love playing football together and they have this strange silent talking which Ayaansh never does with me. With me, he is a chatter box, whether I am idle with him, working, cooking, watching tv, reading.. whatsoever. But wit

 Ever since I was a child with a little understanding of the world and surroundings I have been a big advocate of never comparing children. We have all been victims of it somewhere sometime and we all know how it feels. Even before I was a parent, I have written blogs on this and still when I think world has changed, people have evolved, I see it all around me.  Infact I think it’s even worse now. I remember my 1.3 year old son compared with his 11 months cousin who started walking sooner! From there to now that he is 3 years (and still a baby), these kids have to fight this fight everyday. Is there a better child? There are just children.. unique and different in their own ways. But how difficult is it to understand for the most!  On one hand I get the expressions of “oh my god, why is your 2 year old attending online class!!” On the other hand, I get questions like “that kid responses to every question, why doesn’t your kid?” Does it matter?  So what instigated this blog? Well... we

So I have been very lucky when it came to finding perfect friends at the perfect time in life. They all are very special and hold a special place for different reasons in my life. From having the oldest one with more than 3 decades of friendship to the dearest friend with whom I share more than 2 decades of friendship to the recent one which is just a 4-week old friendship, each of them have helped me being where I am today and this is no less than a blessing. I have always believed in these relations being much stronger or natural than the blood relations we carry by our biological reasonings. This is a family which might not share the same surnames or sibling parents but will be there for you at 3 am as well if you need them with no strings attached. So I have friends with whom I can share my darkest days, secrets, phases. Friends who make workplace such a brighter and comfy place to go to (physical or virtual). Friends with whom you can spend the night talking, drinking, dancing, sh