Author - Jui Purohit.

 Her value is priceless, her potential is limitless, she's a Queen! - Pinterest. Have you ever seen a queen crowning herself? Well, go through the blog and you will know..... Your blog on seasons made me teary eyed Jui!, my mom called up and said. My kaki (mother's co-sister) also said the same thing. They said, We are at that phase of life, where we could relate the pain!.... This appreciation means so much. My dad is metaphorically, my fan! He never misses my single article, he makes sure that I get my feedback, good or bad. My husband, who is my muse (for many of my blogs), who continuously inspires me and gives me carteblanche to write my heart out! My kids, my oh-so-eager audience, always willing to listen to what new I've written today! Their hugs are more than any accolades on earth! My sister, my brother-in-law, always let me know that I am doing a superb job, they motivate me time and again. My close knit relatives keep supporting me invariably. Ahh! That's my ...

 I hear his cry and fathom he has collic pain. I rush to the medicine box, take out the Colic-Aid, and put a few drops of the liquid in his mouth. The next instance, he stops crying. By now, I have mastered the guessing game. From the way he cries, I can tell if he is hungry, if he has stomach pain, or if he is sleepy.  All moms nail it by 6 months as to what the baby's needs are! I was a first time mom, very careful when picking him up in my arms, very careful when feeding him, very careful while bathing him and dressing him up... I started with this, just like the rest. And now, I picked him up even while talking on the phone. I could feed him anywhere; bathing him was a fun time now; getting dressed was a story-telling time.  Even though the first word he said was "Baba" (for dad), I coveted the time he would call me "Maa." I hear him cry once again. I try to rush to him, but something is stopping me from moving. It feels like I am tied down by a rope, or rat...

'You can't get rid of me, You are my slave, you see, The gloom, you ought to feel, Your spirit, I had to steal, I love to see you listless, I love it when you act careless,  I have the say in how you do things, I dictate the terms and happenings,  In your blood I run, Your energy I sinisterly shun, 'Laziness', as I am known,  In the sea of bleak, you got to drown!'  I snooze the alarm for the fourth time, "Will get up after half an hour", I convince my mind. I sleep, tucking myself in the cosy quilt, again. My mind keeps reminding me, "It's Monday, you had decided to start exercising from today, did you forget?". "Ssshhhhhhsh", I silence those thoughts and once again wander into my dreamland. When I finally get up to brush my teeth and peep into the mirror, I see those dark circles and deep sinking eyes, my sleepy soul for once zapps back to reality. "This 'laziness' is taking a toll on me", I murmur. But the body ...

 "Hey Bhagwan! Akshay what is this clutter beta? Past few days, whenever I return from the office the entire house is a mess. All your toys are lying here and there. Do you play with all of them at once? Why do you need so many toys at a time?", Nila uttered in a tone of dismay. "Yes mom I need them all", Akshay said in a equally dejected voice. "Kaamwali didi was telling me you don't go down to the play area too. What happened don't you like to play there, outside, with all other kids?", Nila asked while putting his toys one by one in the basket. "No I don't like it here mom. Why did we shift the house? Why can't we stay with dad? Why are we here in this crappy home?", Akshay threw his toy car angrily in the basket. "Akshay! What is this behaviour?How can you call our home crappy? It's our home beta. And I've already told you, henceforth, no more discussions about dad", Nila said in a stern voice. Akshay was mor...