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Letter 34 – Who are you after becoming someone’s wife?
A letter to my daughter on self-identity, balance and finding harmony in marriage. Continue reading
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Letter 33 – On Marriage (The Golden Years) – Part 3
This is the final part of a three-part series on marriage. Part 1 was on the colourful years, Part 2 on the mundane years, and this – the golden years completes the series. Continue reading
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Letter 32 – on Marriage (The Mundane Years) – Part 2
On routine, children, and keeping each other alive in the middle of it all. Continue reading
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Letter 27 – The Day I became your mother
Dear Daughter, I have written many letters to you till now. About growing up, about dreams, about books, about life. But somehow, we never really spoke about how you came into this world… what you were like as a little… Continue reading
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Letter 17 – Its time..to spread your wings
Dear Daughter, I still remember the day I dropped you to school for the first time. I don’t think I had ever felt that kind of fear before. My heart was sinking at the thought of you managing alone –… Continue reading
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Letter 16 – You do not owe us your life…
Dear Daughter, Before I begin the next series of letters about college and that new chapter of your life, there is something I must tell you. When I left for college, I was the eldest daughter in the entire family… Continue reading
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Letter 12 – Don’t miss the Mangoes and Litchi’s
80 summers. That’s roughly what we get. A mother’s letter on why life is lived in years – and how skills, emotions, relationships, money and health all quietly compound while we’re busy counting days. Continue reading
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Letter 9 – Let’s talk about failure
The world teaches you to chase success but goes silent on failure. A mother shares her own experience of setbacks – and what she learned about resilience, effort, and moving forward. Continue reading
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Letter 8 – We are, and always will be, your safe space
A deeply personal letter about the changing parent-child relationship through adolescence – and a mother’s promise that no matter what, home will always be a place of unconditional love. Continue reading
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Cookie box and childhood..
Yaadein cookies ke box ki tarah hoti hain. Ek baar dibba khula toh sirf ek cookie nahi kha paoge… (Memories are like a box of cookies. Once you open it, you can’t stop at just one). For me, Hyderabad is… Continue reading
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