Author - Jui Purohit.

  A Fiction tale - You know how it is being a mother of single child! All the focus is just your kid since day 1. All his firsts, you experience along with him. Right from how he held tightly your hand on his first day of school and didn't want to let go, to, how he came running to you with his first medal breaking through the crowd. How he cried and complained, the first time he got hit by his friends and how he handed over his first salary to you. You both come a long way in this journey. I was always at his dispense, whenever he has needed me. My Naiteek, has been a Mumma's boy, that's what his dad calls him. He never argues, he always obeys me. All the decisions in his life are with my consent. I was having this conversation with my kitty friends, when one of them said, Will he marry as per your choice too? I paused for a second. I had never had this conversation with Naiteek. But he was that age, the age of getting married. He will surely let me know what's on his ...

 A Fiction tale - As a middle class girl, my expectations from life weren't extraordinary. After finishing my graduation, I had always dreamt of getting a job in a good company. A decent salary that would support my dad's income. Our family of six, my parents, my grandparents, my sister and me, would happily sustain. My mother took food orders from acquaintances. It was like a freelancing activity, but it added to her kitty to provide for us. It wasn't a huge sum, but gifting on festivals, marriages or other celebrations, were atleast taken care off, by her income. I used to help her out when orders were huge. I had learnt variety of dishes in the due course. We were attending a wedding at our cousins place. I was dressed in a beautiful magenta saari, which my mother had gifted me on my last birthday. My mom put a kala teeka with her kohl behind my ear, You look gorgeous, she said. I was helping out my Kaki with arrangements, when my mom and Kaki were discussing something. ...

  You don't always get,  What you invariably expect,  Although you work hard, sincerely, Luck plays it's role unapologetically! This could be a prequel to my first blog, as I am taking you from my pregnancy era, back with me, to my twelfth grade. I had worked my socks off for my twelfth grade boards. My friend and me studied day and night so that we could make it to the merit list of Govt. Engineering college in my town. We didn't leave a stone unturned, whether it was old papers or mock tests, making notes of every tiny point and details of every chapter, we made sure to grasp it all. The expectation of getting into a renowned college, as every other counterpart of ours' had, made us slog willing. It's always a tough competition when it comes to admissions in our country. It's not just the merits that we compete with but also with the benefits given in our society not based on merits. I finished my board examination, both the theory and practicals. I was confid...

 "You are glowing it's a baby girl for sure", they said. And I was totally elated. It was my second pregnancy, I wanted a daughter. Even for the first time, I wished to deliver a daughter. But God had his own plans. This time around, all the symptoms they said were favourable, as in, clues, pointing towards having a baby girl. When you glow it's a girl. When you are working till the last month energetically, it's a girl (Well, I was working equally vigorously during my first pregnancy. When you are the only lady in the house, you have to). It's a girl when you crave certain foodstuff, it's a girl when you've a severe morning sickness (which I had during my first pregnancy too). My expectations of having a baby girl were elevated so much so, that, I had made a list of only girl names. Didn't even bother to look for a single boy name. All said and done, with high spirits, I entered the hospital premises. I got admitted the night before.The baby was r...