Kiss of freedom

Kiss of love.The news everywhere.The media happy to have got a hot repeat the same scenes over and over case any one missed them.I really don’t understand what is wrong with kissing…As if no one had done it before. Ok in public! It becomes a crime,against our culture says some pure souls.I wonder what were they thinking. We live in a democratic country..there is a thing called right to have ones own personal morals,beliefs, does display of affection becomes against our culture. It’s ridiculous when the thoughts get so narrowminded. It’s shocking that the protesters were arrested before the a campaign actually started..that too in a state were strikes would be declared for any  silly incident.

Live and let live is my motto.I don’t know whether these moral policing is for our culture like they say.I wonder where these people are hiding when a women gets molested,abused,leered ,eveteased.I have personally witnessed molestation and I was one mad lady shouting for justice while others where sitting back and relaxing.Oh I am sorry May be that includes in our culture..or may be they rise into action when a girl and boy hold hands together.I am confused.

Don’t throw stones at me I too have the freedom of speech and opinion but I am a girl.Does it make any difference?I don’t know..


A healthy child makes a happy home

We were so excited that day. All the bags were packed.Everything was set.Within few hours we will set out for the trip to Nelliyampathi.That was when sis-in law came and said Minnu is not well..what to do now? The excitement in the air soon gave way to a dull tense mood.

Minnu is my niece.She is full of life, gifted to cheer everyone with her cute smile.And her pranks ,oh my she can be a pain in the ass 🙂 The whole family is addicted to her I should say.She talks non stop and her tone sounds similar to a popular cartoon character which usually makes me laugh like I have gone crazy.I could easily spend  hours listening to her baby chat 🙂

When we realized that she was was like we were robbed of the air we breathe.Soon we forgot about the trip and rushed her to the family doctor.After examining her,Dr raised concern about her immunity as she was falling sick often these days.

That day the word ‘immunity’ stuck like a lightning into my brain.Yes these days our super energetic champ was falling sick frequently.What could be the cause? Minnu being the youngest of the family,each of her wishes were granted without a second thought.Many a time she would prefer having junk food ,chocolates,ice creams instead of the nutritious food prepared by her mum. No one wanted to see a sad Minnu and would gift her with chocolates much to the despise of my mom who has the theory that ” the food prepared at home are best for kids and all the fast foods are laden with chemicals”. Eventhough she was a busy working mom,she always made sure we ate homely prepared food. But in case of Minnu no one wanted to make her sad.

And let me now say Minnu is perfectly healthy and has super immune system now. 🙂 Touchwood. The credit goes to Dabur Chyawanprash. The best part is that she finds it yummy and her aunt (me of course) also finds it totally yummy 🙂

How Dabur Chyawanaprash helped


Chyawanprash, a time-tested, age-old formulation has a number of herbs like Amla, known to be one of the best antioxidants, Giloy (Guduchi), known to have immuno-modulatory properties, and has more than 40 other natural ingredients

Dabur Chyawanprash has anti-oxidant properties and helps to strengthen your body’s internal defence mechanism – the immune system – thereby protecting you from day to day infections such as cough, cold etc.

Dabur Chyawanprash’s magnificent brew of Ayurvedic herbs strengthens the body’s natural defence mechanism by stimulating your NK cells* (Natural Killer Cells). NK cells assist in fighting with virus and bacteria in your body, thus giving us increased immunity from various infections .

Recent scientific studies conducted on Dabur Chyawanprash have proven its immunomodulatory and anti-allergic potential.

Minnu has turned naughtier these days.She is bored of seeing me type this post for the past 30 minutes and is trying to irritate me by running her little fingers over the keyboard and typing random letters  in between .Thanks Dabur Chyawanprash!! Credit goes to you. 🙂


This post is as a part of Daburs immuneIndia challenge.


I have thoughts brimming out of my heart

But I fear what others think I am

I have stringed the words for the crowd

But I fear what others think I am

My words are dancing at the tip of my tongue

But I fear what others think I am

My eyes cherish a dream

But I fear what others think I am

My steps know my destination

But I fear what others think I am

I know who stands in my path

The fear what others think  I am.

Why should I when it’s me who lives my life?



Like a dream it was

I wish I could say

The stars in those eyes

alien to me

little did I know

the colors in those eyes

be my dream.

the tune of your heart

my hymn..

I fear the day I lose you

I fear the moment

when I question why I breath

I wish we were strangers again

like the day we met

dreamy eyes mystery to me..

Our eyes never locked

I wish.

never would have been the same

you and me..

you fade away

in the morning mist

leaving me behind…

I wish we never met..

we were strangers..

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.


Thank you-for being you

Thank you

Absolute Beauty

She looked for a long into the mirror.She found herself resembling  a porcelain doll,the false lashes adding seduction to her eyes.She admired the way she looked perfect..beautiful like a film star. But somehow she felt her skin calling for a breath behind the layers of makeup.She hated it that she had to go through routine torture of shaping her eyebrows,stripping off all  unwanted hair of her legs. That’s what everyone expected of her..being like a lady. Why is it that she is trying to be like how others want to see her?
A tissue was all that she needed to take away the junk out of her face.Once again she looked at herself in the mirror.Now she felt as if she finally saw herself in it..not any filmstar or any beautiful stranger.She loved the way how her dusky skin looked with the fading scars and spots.She thought it added a strange identity to her face.She walked with heads high ignoring the whispers of the crowd..afterall when it was her heart that was calling her beautiful how does those whispers even matter?

DP:Absolute beauty