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Today is Nikki's 10th Birthday.. "Time flies" is an understatement in this case considering the fact that I can still vividly recall the moments leading up to my labour and subsequent birth of my baby doll Nikki.. It's not just Nikki's birthday, it's also the day that a mother was born.. Of all the roles I have played till date the one I cherish the most is being a mother.. It's easy being Nikki's mom.. She's the most affectionate, caring and loving kid you will come across.. Also there is only one special child in the world and every mother has it.. So Nikki for me is the best kid around.. She's always been mature for her age.. But what actually forced her to "grow up" overnight was my transfer away from Bangalore.. I wondered how she would manage without me.. But as I write this post today I can proudly proclaim that she's independent and self sufficient.. Sometimes it makes me feel insecure.. You know every mother wants her chi

Came across a few pics of happy times.. As I scrolled through the many pics it took me back to those times where I would laugh my hearty laugh and say outrageous things without second guessing or feeling worried about what other people think about me.. Those were the golden days.. and as I looked through those pics only one thought came to mind.. "happy memories"..  And then I realized why the photo gallery on our phone is our prized possession and we guard it with our lives.. Ask someone who's lost their phone and they'll tell you their only regret is that they lost all those photos.. Of course, now we have Google pics and iCloud where we can back up all those pics that help us relive those beautiful moments..  Though you can never go back to that time, you can reminisce those moments.. That joke to which everyone laughed until their sides hurt, that dinner party you went for where all your cards were getting declined and finally you emptied all your wallets and bare

So, after spending last 3 weeks getting affected from Covid-19, recovering from it and after spending considerable amount of time in isolation and self pity I finally felt the need to pen down a few thoughts on the whole ordeal..  I won't go into the specifics.. There's enough literature to tell you what happens when someone is affected by Covid-19.. But the days running up to my getting affected were filled with news of colleagues getting affected and succumbing to Covid-19.. So imagine my horror when despite following all precautions including getting my first jab of the vaccination, I still managed to test positive.. When my report came, though I was expecting it to be positive, I still was in shock.. And although I got in touch with a doctor immediately who started me off on a line of treatment, carefully explaining to me what I can expect as the days go by.. The doctor was thorough and systematic.. But what he showed as professional expertise became a bitter pill for me to

So I'm watching this web series titled "The Bold Type" on Netflix.. and one of the protagonists is named 'Sutton Brady'.. I love this particular character because she's kind, intelligent and funny/witty and more importantly I love her name.. 'Sutton' - It's such a unique name.. I simply love the name.. I caught myself wishing my name was Sutton.. Well, no sooner than that thought hit my mind, it immediately triggered flashbacks of several or rather all the instances of people mispronouncing my name..  The most dreaded question for me is "What's your name"? Because the scene plays out something like this..  Person: Hi, what's your name? Me: Sharon Person: What? Shalini? Me (mildly annoyed): No.. It's Sharon Person: Oh.. Sharanya? Me thinking (Oh my God!! are u deaf???):  Noooo.. It's Sharon.. that's S-H-A-R-O-N, Sharon Person: Oh Sharan (pronouncing it as 'Sha-run') Me: (resigned to my fate of spending a lifetim

So I received several forwards today wishing me a Happy New Year.. I have yet to send replies to all those who messaged me.. Well I'm more of the 'meme sharing person'.. You know, the one who relates to messages like "Utho Anarkali, sab ko 'Same to you' bolna hai".. But not wanting to dampen anyone's enthusiasm, I will take the time to send a personal message to all those who wished me a happy new year today.. Well, I'm in the mood to rant so I'll just go ahead and say it.. What's the big deal? So it's a new year.. That makes me a year older and brings me a step closer to my grave (yeah I'm in 'that' mood today!)  Agreed that the less said about the year gone by, the better.. But what did we really lose out on last year? Probably our freedom was curtailed because we couldn't go out on trips or lunch/dinner meets.. Couldn't meet our parents/friends as regularly as we would have wanted to.. But spare a thought about pe