Friends, my tolerance level was low when I was young. I did pay a price for it on many issues in life and gradually developed it as I grew up.

Tolerance is extolled as a virtue – I do not know, if it is! It is just showing respect to a point of view which is different from ours. Our opinions, practices may all be different, but our tolerance gives us the time and inclination to take a serious look at the other person’s point of view. We may or may not agree, but such tolerance opens...

Finest Blog of May 2009 - Winner!

Mothers speak and explain, father does the same through eyes and actions.
On our special days and when we achieve something great, mothers show the happiness in words and in her special dish, fathers cherish it in heart and asks god for our further progress in his silent prayers.
When we get apart from them, Mothers cry and show their woe, Fathers give wide smile, convey the best wishes but die inside.

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Everyone gets some fever or other. I have got blogging fever now. Just get up in the morning and think what to write today. While cooking also same thoughts run in my mind. But by the time I sit to write the blog half the things I might have forgotten and new ideas come in the mind. You may say write down in a piece of paper what you want to write but I have not patience to write down in a paper, rather I would type it straight away. But while cooking I cant type, I have to finish the cooking first,...

“ Hema ka… get up, It is already 8 am. I have kept the coffee in the table take it and get ready, we have to go shopping “ – Priya; Hema’s younger sister.

“ Leave her priya, Let her sleep for some time, Its vacation na…she may be tired straining night studies for her exam”

“ Mummy you are pampering her a lot. Didn’t I had exam?. Today I woke up soon by 5, and Am I not helping you now in your work? Atleast in this vacation, Teach her cooking, cleaning and organizing home.”...

Finest Blog of May 2009 - Runner Up!

Life has to go on.... My world crumbled when I lost my husband three years ago. I am no longer a married lady I am a Widow (which I hate to hear). Ours was a love marriage of 25 years. My husband always loved to see me well dressed. Even today I have not changed my attire because I am a 'widow' I always had short hair and I continue to have even now. I wear Bindi and even was wearing thali and toe rings for sometime much to the astonishment of my...