Uneven Thoughts

Uneven Thoughts

Welcome, Namaste, Hola, to windows of my life

Hello everyone, when you read a story or a memoir, it is common to compare it with our lives; various phases at different points in its journey. The similarities and contrasts make our life different and meaningful. Friends and family, when you read my snippets, please write your experiences.

I would love to read them and, my stories shall be fulfilled of the deep need of company. Thank you for pausing, taking time, reading and sharing your thoughts. You are a co-traveler...

All my life....


    Life for me has been a roller coaster ride, I guess this applies to most individuals.  I have been around the world with my parents from a very young age, and have been fortunate enough to see and experience such wonders that made me, what I am today.  Of course I do not discount all the pains and worries my parents took and had, to bring up my sister and me.   Just the thought of bringing up to girls, with liberal thinking and not tethering them to the limited views of the time, was one of the most challenging jobs my parents accomplished.  Kudos to them for such an heroic effort.


  Today I am a mom of two boys,of so different out look than mine, but I still feel they do have something of me in them.  That very thought makes me feel proud, hoping I made my parents proud too, in some way or the other.  


  Every day is a new challenge and every second is a new thought, for me and for everyone around.  It is up to us how we face it and with who's help.  Life does not come with and manual attached to it, so we learn by either observations, advices or by the process of trial and error.  Who ever chooses what, all depends on the circumstances and the priority of that particular person.  


  May be, for me, priority was set in stone 13years back when my first boy was born, I gave up working out of home, and soon found out  that my decision was  not baseless.  Today I can be present for both my kids and the rest of the work of our family, as my hubby is in a very demanding job.  With so much of my life path traversed, I still feel I have a long long way to go.  I am taking out some time, while resting below a shade to look into the mirror of my past, especially my childhood, to relive few moments and let the warmth wash through me.  Feeling bits and pieces of that period of my past makes me feel the essence of the wonders of my childhood.  I think this is a way of keeping the little child in me alive, away from all the nuisance of our present life. 


  Every one has some special moments in their childhood, a story to tell, a wish to fulfill and dream to realize, my way of doing that is putting few incidents into words,