Mere Anmol Ratan (My Priceless Gems)
There was a dust storm last night. I’d like to believe Ammi (my Nani) sent new Ambiyaan (Raw Mangoes) from her garden for me. I opened my albums for a…
There was a dust storm last night. I’d like to believe Ammi (my Nani) sent new Ambiyaan (Raw Mangoes) from her garden for me. I opened my albums for a…
My baby has a baby and it’s her first Mother’s Day. Reminiscing my own. Missing her like mad. Sending her truckloads of Aggressive Public Display of Affection.
Mothers leave a blueprint within their babies. It isn’t necessarily physiological or even genetic. For mothers come in all shapes, sizes, genders and number. Here’s to a few of the MANY who mothered me through life.