my words.. my world..(Chayashree Pathak).

“Stop fidgeting with that ring! Will you?”, he almost yelled at her. “What? Why? I am just used to it!”, She replied looking away from him. "Well, you are not married anymore. Come on! Enjoy the Divorce, Enjoy the freedom girl!”, He said pushing the cup of coffee towards her. “I know, I know. But I just can’t remove it. I am so used to it. Maybe it is just an accessory or maybe a reminder of good memories!! It is just.. just difficult, difficult to remove ☹ ... A habit of 5 years, you know,” She sighed while picking up the coffee. Her face was covered with guilt and sorrow. “Lol, let it go.. you are out of it now.. leave it and move on”, he said with a smile and a wink. “Yes, I should. I promise I will soo....oon”, she said as her eyes seemed glued at the door. He turned to see what made her take 15 extra seconds to finish her last word. He felt a slight thud inside but his face managed to feign a smile. “See, this is God’s sign!! Remove the ring and...

“Did you like it?”, He asked handing over the cup of coffee. “What? Ouch, hot!!”, She took a sip of the coffee and it almost burnt her tongue. "Of course, it will be hot, it is not cold coffee", he smiled. “Money Heist! Did you like it?” "Oh yeah, such a gripping one. I am still on season 3 though." He laughed, “haha, already season 3? Wow. I knew you would like it!” She smiled and looked at him. It has been a while that they sat down to have coffee and these small conversations. It has been a while she has seen him laughing for something like this. When they were newly-weds, they would probably not have imagined a day like this. Watching a tv show or movie without each other was similar to breaking each other’s trust. Once he was busy in back to back calls, and she watched an episode of Breaking Bad while chopping vegetables; she had to spend two days to pursue him. That was their way to express love, it was their thing to watch movi...

#parenting #humanmom situational patenting The other day my kid was to dance with a group in an event, he is just 3 years old and we all were super excited. He loved his classes, he enjoyed the song and he was very excited about the event as well. It was more of jumping rather than dance. On the day of the event, when the song started he froze,h started looking here and there.. with the lighting and so many people, he was overwhelmed... I secretly wept while I was holding the camera, I realized he was overwhelmed but I decided not to intervene... After the event, I gave him a hug and told him he did a great job. We ate food and while driving back home I told him, "great job betu!! You danced well. Momma had fun!"  He did not reply,  So I repeated again. But this time he replied.. Mamma... I did not dance.. I was scared... These words coming from a 3-year-old shook me, we stopped the car and immediately spoke to him more. He said, "There were so many peopl...

#MeToo are not just words, she whispered! A silent nod she got in reply!! He realized its time to talk about it, the “Me” has no gender after all! Few questioning eyes stared at him, sigh!! It can happen in a marriage as well, The 40-year old mother of 2 typed in the comment space. Wiped her tears while pressing hard on the backspace !! All games make me happy except this one,  She asked with teary eyes! He gave her the chocolate and walked away saying goodbye!! For some metoo has no meaning For some me too has no time, gender or voice While some question the courage For some it is just another day, without any change!! #metoo .... Chaya

#notsoperfect #notsoperfectmom #mothersday Oh I am such a mess I am so tired.. Am I even a mom? I do not always understand why you are crying.. And sometimes even I fail to stop those tears and tantrums.. Oh.. am I even a mom? I do get tired of the same routine.. and wish for those me moments With the topping of that constant guilt!! Ahh.. am I at all a good mom? I get angry, I lose patience... I sometimes let you eat those fries and forget to take you to the loo on time.. Why am I not like other moms? The moms who appear in books, movies in the selfish world Where the mom is perfect and knows it all She sacrifices and sacrifices and still smiles She cries and feels guilty all the time Yes, I am not that mom I am not perfect, I choose to be messy I choose to avoid the ride of guilt I am not in the race to be the super mom Instead let me be the “human” mom... Just let me be that “not so perfect” mom!! ... Chaya

I shouted from the gate Mommy Sorry I got late I was playing with my horse Seeing the sun playing with the clouds And then suddenly I saw him and his eyes Mommy Sorry I got Late I wanted to help him  I thought he lost his way You have always taught me to help others I just wanted to oblige to what you say Mommy Sorry I got late But he looked like a nice man He looked at me with loads of love I was perplexed seeing him stand Mommy Sorry I got late He was of my Grandpa’s age He said I reminded him of his Granddaughter And he would love to see my horse Graze Mommy Sorry I got late But He played then with me and the horse I told him I need to reach home before it would get dark He patted my head and blessed me with his heart  I ran home bidding him goodbye As I wanted to reach home before it would get dark Mommy Sorry I got late But I cannot lie Wish it would have happened this way On that fateful day Wish ...

Storms come and go.. I still stand strong... I walk through the sun and rain...knowing I am all alone... I saw u coming towards me... Thought u would also pass by.... You stood near me, Hold me tight and started walking along... My eyes had questions..I was  resistant  to walk... You made me calm..You made me believe.... You made me walk... It was difficult to  realize  I have a companion...deep inside me I knew you are the one I waited for.. but the other me still struggles to believe.. Another storm coming our way...I hold your hands tight... You kissed me light and the smile came at corners of my lips.... Yes I smiled.... And I smiled...... ... Chaya