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 “Adhi, Are you coming here this Saturday? It would be better if you could come earlier itself and bring Malar along with you”,  said my mom. “Haan! Amma. We will try to come early!” I said and kept the phone. “Look at these pieces, man, yummy.Dindigul thalapakatti mutton biriyani is the best, you are missing a lot of things being vegetarian”, said Jaggy.  I was not in the mood to speak about his desire to eat non-veg every day. I let out a sigh “No. yaar.. not today..! “Why? What happened? Is everything alright?”, asked Jaggi.   “Malar and I are married for 3  years. We could not have a kid, yet. Malar and me, consulted the doctor, and their ’s advice is to wait for time since everything is normal for both of us but, my parents do not have the patience to wait. Hence, Malar is constantly worried and not ready to face my parents because they keep taunting on it and suggest one or other pujas to perform.  Now, Amma is insisting that Malar and I must attend...

 As part of my job, I get to embrace a lot of gold chains/bracelets/rings /earrings, and being a woman, the temptations are real, to wear and own it. These desires grew stronger day by day, which landed me in a spot through the receptionist, where there is no camera coverage and with a deal that I have to allow her to wear it for a selfie. Well, one is taken care of, the wanting to possess at least a few did not allow me to sleep. I could not afford to buy any one of them because our peanut salary gets invisible into the endless loan, education fees, and all the bills. I did not want to become a gold thief, hence for now decided to sleep over the thought.  Days flew fast as the gossip on my Instagram jewel post. Few thought I won the lottery and interestingly, few assumed that my husband is getting black money in his IT job. Whatever the gossips where, but it made me feel like a celebrity in my neighborhood.  All the unknown faces become known. I got to choose the vegetab...

  Today  Mythili, “get ready soon. We are late!”. “Why in such a hurry? We have good 30 mins to catch the bus. To be specific, I do not want to wait at the bus stand. The bus stand, that has taken my son’s life. I know something happened there and no one wants to share with me anything”. She sits on the sofa, not wanting to cry but still her tears reveal the pain that she is going through for the last 5 years. Guilty and feeling helpless! Sigh! I am hoping from today the days are going to be better. Suddenly the wreath falls from his photo, acknowledging my hope. His smile and that innocence,  at least once, I want to ask him,  "Am I not a good father?" 5 days back: After my son killed himself, Mythili lost herself in a different world. She stopped sleeping and eating. During those days, my situation was the same as hers. I could not do anything much to take care of her. Once I moved to the office, I managed to divert the pain, but she locked herself in a room and wa...

   “In the collections, Moments in our life are the real treasure that one should collect. But, few memories need supportive memories to make it much more memorable. Because when memories sparkle, it brings enormous emotions like Laugh, Smile,  frustration, etc. Over time,  I think it is important for us to face the negative emotions and make them positive! But it is not easy as said, esp. when the love is hurt, it needs a healing soul. Diversion is only a shortcut!”   My daily Gyan in the Instagram post is added and my favorite hashtags: #Memory #Emotion # Positive # Negative #Be Happy. Now, it is time to tag my colleagues. Autosuggestion suggests few more names and I stop at this name. Anandi! I could not take my eyes off the name. The name, that created a little mess in my life.   I am Pavithra, a doctor, specialized in oncology. I heal people from deadly cancer and give them a reason to live back. I belong to the Tamil-Brahmin community. After joining c...

A day that has a beginning…  In my house, the days start with the cooker whistle. The whistle starts at 6AM sharp. It is an unsaid rule that everyone must wake up by the first whistle! Breaking the rule means waking up the sleeping lioness of my family, my mom!! The lioness of our family still wakes up early to wake up the sun! Every day she draws the rangoli in the entrance to welcome Lakshmi god. My father leaves for work by 7 AM. Hence, by 6 AM, his lunch box will be ready! Hence, as a routine, I wake up at the first whistle. Today, I did not want to get out of bed even though I woke up by the first whistle. Lazing in the bed, caressing my13 days old son who is beside me. He is in sound sleep with a smile. That smile is contagious. With a smile, I caressed his hand carefully not wanting to wake him up. His smile widened a little more. It is too early to assume he realized me but still, the moment is wonderful. My wife, Nandini sleeping still. No whi...