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Chicken soup for the Indian Mother's soul

Everyone has heard of the series of best selling books ‘Chicken soup for the soul’. I used to read them avidly when they were first published. There came a whole series and the stories continued to be as inspiring and moving as the ones in the first book.What I never even thought was that I would one day, be a contributor in this great series of inspiring writing. A piece I wrote, got chosen to be featured in ‘Chicken Soup for the Indian Mother’s soul.’ I got an email today from Raksha Bharadia who is an author, compiling the collection on behalf of the publishing house, saying that she liked my piece and would I consent for it to be included in the book? (I had not even submitted it for consideration--Therefore the mail from her was so unexpected.)
I was pleasantly surprised and really happy. The icing on the cake was that this piece got selected as a ‘featured blog’ today. (Every day, out of hundreds of posts, 8-10 best ones are selected as ‘featured posts’)I want to say a big thank…

Writers Island 6--The letter.

The prompt at Writers Island is 'The letter'. Writers Island gives you prompts, on which you can write short stories, essays, poems--anything that you want to. What I have shared is a true incident.(as is evident from the photograph)
*********************************************** The letterThe letter arrived as unexpectedly as a cool gust of wind on a sultry day. It brought so much joy-- not for its contents, but for the fact that the sender had taken so much effort. It was in response to a birthday card I had sent earlier.“Dear Preeti”, it began.“Thank you so much for your thoughtful birthday card. That the heart remembered is what is needed—delay did not matter. My initial reaction was to send a short message on the cell-phone. But decided otherwise as I feel that if one can sit and send a short letter, as you have done with the card, it may go a long way?” It continued and it was a treat to read the rest of it. These are the times of cell phone text messages and e-mails an…

It happened one night.

Really sorry--I have had to remove this post as it will soon appear in a book. Making it available online would have been very unfair to my publisher who has placed so much trust in me. I hope you enjoy the other posts as much as you enjoyed this one. A heartfelt thanks for your support and understanding.Thanks for continuing to read what I write.

Wordless Wednesday no.4

Doing a Wordless Wednesdayafter long.


This picture was clicked by me, in London, when we were waiting to get into the Millenium Wheel, also called the 'London Eye'. It had just stopped raining.When I looked up, this is what I saw.

I just loved this picture.

'Curious as a cat'--An interesting meme.

It has been a while since I did memes now.I found a nice one at 'Curious as a cat' and I decided to do it.Here it is.
1)Which one person would you choose to understand you better?A childhood friend of mine who is still in touch with me. Sadly she has never understood me. We grew up together and were great friends. As adults, life took us in different directions.Our priorities in life are totally different but we are still friends.2) What do you think is the best age to be? Why?My current age. I’m really enjoying life. The diaper changing days and the sleepless nights are long over.Kids are independent, yet not ‘grown up’ and we have a great time together.
3) Of all the people you know, who would be the easiest to seduce? Why?‘Easiest’ very obviously be my husband. Why--because at times I don’t even have to try ;-)4) What's the best advice you didn't heed?I tried hard to think if there indeed was any. Cannot think of anything! I usually ask for advice of a trusted friend,…

The shoes fit but they dont feel right.

I took my mom out shopping today. She is visiting me for a few days. By itself, it seems such an insignificant thing. To me it was not. I’m fighting my tears as I type this.It was always Dad who used to take her out. They have spent 35 years together, and were still very much in love. My dad adored my mom. My mom had to just mention, “I feel like going out today” and my Dad would take out the car (he loved to drive and was excellent behind the wheels) and off they would go. They were like teenagers, even at that age. I loved the way my mom made an effort to look pretty, when it was time for my dad to come back from work. Even after he retired, this ritual would continue. They would sit together, have a cup of tea, laugh, talk and even squabble at times. They hated spending time apart from each other. My mom would blush when my dad told her how pretty she looked.She is incredibly brave. She is picking up the pieces remarkably. I admire the way she is dealing with her deep grief and hel…

Learning to Multi-task

A friend called me up when I was cooking. I told him that I cannot do two things at the same time and switched off my stove.“But you are a woman. You are supposed to be able to multi task.” he said“Well—That part of my brain is not developed enough” I replied.
It seems to be true. Last few days I have been struggling to multi task. Really exciting news has been that I am now writing articles, for a soon to be launched magazine, published by Delhi Press. Not so exciting news is that I have not been able to blog—worse I have not even been able to visit you all and see what you have been up to.Somehow, I don’t feel like writing till I read what you have to say. So I didn’t write—and I didn’t read and didn’t write and didn’t read, and I discovered to my chagrin that a whole week has gone by! Two articles of mine got submitted---and finally today I decided that I simply must take a break.Kids are at home as they still have Diwali vacations going on. Poor things have been warned that until 4…

Unforgettable --Frozen moments.(writers Island 5)

We took off from India. We were on our way to UK. The plane had not yet landed. The pilot announced that it would land in Heathrow airport, in about 30 minutes and the local time was 5:30 am. My watch was still on India time and it showed me 10:00am.I set it back. It felt funny to ‘go back’ in time.Suspended in air, 30,000 feet above the ground,I wished I really could. Just to re-live those happy moments. Revel in them. Cherish them. Savour them and relish them.But we cannot. Each moment that ticks by, is gone forever. Sometimes forgotten, other times,unforgettable. I guess that is why each picture tells a story. I looked out of the window. The sun was just rising. It filled me with a sense of exhilaration.
It made me want to click a picture. And freeze this moment, in time.

I did.


How real is virtual?

How real are virtual relationships?The Internet has totally revolutionized the way we socialize. It has broken barriers of time, geographical boundaries and distances. It has shrunk the world, and you can reach anyplace in any remote corner of the world, including inside minds of people, with just a click, without even moving out of your bedroom.There are reams and reams written about dangers of social networking, as well as advantages of them. All of us, who are regular internet users, have at least a few ‘online’ friends, whom we have never met. They fulfill all the requirements of a friend in ‘real life’. They listen to your problems, offer you help, are there when you need them and you can count on them for emotional and moral support.Apart from the social networking sights, there is the enormous blogosphere, which serves as an ideal platform, to interact with many interesting people. It is amazing how quickly relationships move, on the internet, almost at the speed of light. You …