Loving Positivity

He said he loved her. She knew that he was her world. Whenever she thought about him, a message would pop up on her screen. “I love you,” he’d say. Or it would be, “What are you up to, baby?” She felt positive energy each time he reached out to her. She knew this was it. It wasn’t a surprise when he popped the question that sealed them together.

Sleeping Child

The feline child was sleepy. He had been napping all morning and all afternoon. His paws were in the air, his belly proud and chubby. When evening beckoned, they tried to wake him up with the sinful odour of fish. He didn’t even sniff. They brought milk under his nose. He didn’t bat an eyelid. As he snored away to glory, everybody wondered if he would ever wake up and go outside for his long stroll. Then the chicken broth woke him up.

Understanding Evil

The little girl was not happy. It was too dark outside. She did not understand why the people were being so mean to her old grandmother. “All she did is feed the dogs and love them,” she told her mother. Her mother wished she had a good response. After a while, she replied: Sometimes people can’t stand it when others help the helpless. The child asked why. “Because they secretly hate themselves for being such selfish a**holes.” The little girl didn’t understand. In her world, everybody was supposed to be good and support the good.

When it all Changed

She felt herself breathe for the first time in ages. The mountain air seemed to bring back her mental and physical health. The absence of car horns honking and massive malls had an effect on her. Even the birds could be heard as they sang over her head. As the snowcapped mountains glistened in the sunlight, she felt herself smile. It was as if hope had never gone.

The Shopping Trip

She hopped along with her mother and aunt. The older females were busy looking at sarees for her cousin’s upcoming wedding. The little girl was bored. This was the third shop they had entered that day. “Ma, I want to go home,” she whined. Her mother said they would be done soon. As they looked at sari after sari and scrutinised prints and borders, she decided to inspect. Her curiosity found a set of small stairs leading to the floor above. There she spotted a pink sari with pretty blue flowers which she wanted immediately. Ma said no. “You don’t even wear sarees!” But the aunt understood. The child never complained again, as she hugged her new belonging tightly and the adults continued being choosy.

Her breakup

He left her without a word. It was just a sudden snap of all ties that left her lost. She held her phone and stared for hours. She almost dialed his number, but stopped herself when she remembered that he belonged to somebody else. She waited for that call. That call where he’d say he had been wrong. That call where he’d say he wanted things back to the ways of the past. Her hands hurt from holding the phone. Her mind ached from thinking and hoping. The call never came.

Book review: What Would I Tell Her@ 13? By Sudesna Ghosh

Sudesna Ghosh:

Another book review

Originally posted on Come Alive!:

  • Reviewer: Ambica Gulati
There are loads of books on self-help and counselling, but what you need most of the times is simple, easy-to-follow advice. Which is why moms and grandmoms are such a beautiful sight on insight about relationships. And Sudesna Ghosh’s What I Would Tell Her @ 13 is a great book for moms handling teenagers. And even teenagers growing into adults. The book is simply written. There are not too many confusing psychological terms and it’s something every mom can relate to. It’s not a book on needing to go to a doc at the drop of a hat but it’s a book on how a mom can help shape a girl’s life and passage to adulthood.
The book is full of live examples of famous and inspiring women. It even begins with Sudesna’s own experiences which makes it interesting. These are such boosters. I am sure, besides…

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