“Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...It's about learning to dance in the rain.”

 It was a chilly morning, Diya woke up to go for her morning walk by the lake, she geared up in her walking clothes got a bottle of water and left home. The lake was only 5 mins away from her home. It was just the view of the lake that made her want to get up and go for that walk every single day, and even on days she didn’t go for a walk she went and sat at her favorite bench to gaze at the lake and look at the sunrise.   This morning was no different, she always sat at her favorite bench after a walk to relax and enjoy that peaceful calmness. Little did she know that today would change her life forever. After her walk, she couldn’t wait for her Zen time at the bench. Today however when she approached the bench, it already had another person sitting on it, he was wearing a peach-colored T-shirt, and looked like he was having a Zen moment of his own and enjoying the view.   After careful consideration she sat beside him, and gave him a smile and said, “beautiful view isn’t it?”

My earliest memory are of my cousins, my brother and myself playing Bus Conductor (Ticket collector) and passengers where he would have this cardboard with newspaper pieces stapled to it and we would get on the bus and ask for tickets to different locations and he would tear them off, give them to us for some invisible money we give him. (BTW this game was in the balcony of our home in Mumbai) I miss you Anna (Anna was my way of calling him "Big Brother") As a child even though I am 7 years younger to him, i would keep even the littlest piece/quantity of food for him to share. My mom would do this prasad (Offering for god) every evening in this little cup Milk and sugar and would give it to me, i would always always keep even a little drop for him. I miss you Anna Just so you know we have fought a lot as well, i am my dads favorite and tears always did the trick where it would flow even before i have a slightest inclination that i was in Trouble. But for Anna since he

What do I want? What do I need? Are they the same Should I pay some heed? All the glitter and the glamour Is it happy as it seems? Fan following there are many Or is it all just Gleam? More and more we want Soar the soul is the goal Will this come to Taunt? Or will this make me whole? Content with the need Will they pay some heed Calm down my dearest heart Life is good not all tart Love's all the warmth & sugar Care's all the shine & glitter Joy's needed for the Spirit I am a Fighter not a Quitter

Am I a City Girl? I think I am... I am from this cosmopolitan city in India (Not sure if you have heard about this place) now called Mumbai, earlier it was Bombay. Chaat Seller, Mumbai I was always surrounded by People being very busy trying to get to places, or street vendors selling aromatic, yummy food, inexpensive food and all of them changing as per the weather, for e.g. in summer we would have lemonade, buttermilk, icicles (all Indian flavored) and during winters we would have coal fired corn, samosas , vada pav.... So..... why am i sharing all this, cause i am now away from home and recently in a place that makes me very happy as it is most close to how my hometown is. San Francisco, CA.....as I get off of the busy BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) and totally not kidding when I say its packed during rush hours....(Reminds me of the Crowded Mumbai Trains) these high rises all office buildings and some apartment building as well. View of San Francisco, CA BART

Here is a topic that I have been thinking about a lot, getting feedback from friends and family, going back and forth on pros and cons of this. Finally, today was the day I decided to share my thoughts and feelings on this. Whatever is your choice to be a stay at home mom or a working mom, I applaud you for your patience, your energy for making it work the best way you know how. Everyone decides on what works for their family, they have made their choice on how they want to do things, who are we to judge their choices, Maybe the working mom has a financial obligation, maybe the stay at home mom loves to stay at home and raise kids, maybe the working mom wants to have a career. To all the stay home moms please 1. Don't think its easy on the working moms, they miss out on all the precious moments 2. It is not easy putting 8 hours and then coming home to take care of the little one and the home 3. Its very tough to leave the little one in care of someone else who would see a

 Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn't know  how she was going to make it. She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed.  Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.    Once the three pots began to boil, he placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot, and ground coffee beans in the third pot.  He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently  waited, wondering what he was doing. After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes  out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup. Turning to her he asked. “Daughter, what do you see?” “Potatoes, eggs, and coffee,” she hastily replied