Four Clover Life- By Namrata Shailendra Singh

I do my bit , and you do your bit. Each 'BIT' counts. Each  'BIT '  is valuable in a family. I know you are around , and you know I am there...doing our 'BIT .' My family is not my employer. My family is beyond weekdays and weekends and vacations. My family is beyond salary slips and I-cards. And what I do for my family is no job. Whatever I do for my family, I do for my 'JOY.' Trust. It gives me pure joy to see them all taken care of.  As far as my rest is concerned and their share of responsibility, I don't need a special day for it.  Their share of love, affection, and care is there for me every day. Because when I close the kitchen and switch off the light at 11 pm, I see my husband toiling on his con calls, his shoulders dropping with exhaustion. My 3-year-old is sleeping soundly after doing his clean-up of toys.  If I am doing laundry on Saturday, my husband is busy running around to get the week's groceries. If I am cleaning up the

A flat tummy is a joyful tummy. Being a Life Coach and a blogger-I get to sit more than I walk. :( I belong to the category of women who are not fitness freak but fitness conscious. I prefer eating healthy, drinking healthy, and staying fit and not necessarily in perfect shape. I belong to the category of women who are forever juggling between home, work, kids, husband, friends, and self. I am also one of those addicted to the 'basics’ of life and crave simple basic things that can help. Be it home remedies for hair growth or cold and cough or decorating the DIY way with strewn acorns or exercise, I would choose mother earth and my body rather than hit a gym any day. Do I consider myself a fit person? No. But I try every day to do the right things for my body, mind, and soul. This is one regime that I have been doing for a decade now. Lately, I keep missing it because of my newfound interest in a brisk walk for 30 mins daily, which burns 100 calories for me. I don't get very a

Hello WM, The day you stepped out of the house to work, that day my troubles doubled. I am an educated, uptown Indian mom living in the United States. I choose to stay at home and taking care of the family. You decide to work and taking care of the family. Yet, your stepping out has made people question why I stay inside? Is that fair?  You are adding to the family income that has made people question my value and worth? Is that fair?  Your laptop bag and handbag have made people wonder why I don't have one? Your 8-5 work schedule has made people question what I do sitting at home? Your busy weekday and weekends have made people believe that I am a lazy person. Is that fair?  And sometimes it's not the people. It’s your very own family and your very own child...each asking the same thing in a ‘family manner.' Isn't it unfair?  I have newfound guilt of not being career-oriented, financially independent, and adding to the household income just because you chose to step

I am calcium phosphate, grayish in color and coarse to touch; 16 hours before, I was fair in color and soft to feel Strewn over river Ganges, my pulverized self floats up and down, 16 hours before, I was floating up and down too My newborn grandchild, with deep blue eyes and apple cheeks, Cradled in my arms, as I floated with joy, up and down. I am calcium phosphate, and I weigh around 6 pounds now, My name and identity have changed as I hear them calling me 'ashes' and ‘remains’ They say it took me 2.5 hours to convert, and my 65 years of the story ended forever. Today a handful of me lies in a container; Yesterday, I could gather life in my arms and have rendezvous with dreams of all kinds. I look back now... distantly, I realize, That the journey from ' abundance ' to ' remains' is shorter than we think That the journey from ' someone ' to ' no-one' is far too fleeting than we think, And yet we ride all our life, cogitating

It is to paint the canvas of life together. Some parts will be hazy, some bright, some nicely curved, and some just blank...but a beautiful one. It's the journey together that is important and not what you get out of it. Son-They say my role in your life is to give you roots and wings and then I will have to let you  go. I don't think that can ever happen. You are my child and what you mean to me can not be defined just between roots and wings. I shall not let you go. Why should I? Let go is a problematic word for me. You let go when people and events are so bitter that they are scarring your present and have the potential to scar your future. Why do I need to let go of a bond which defines me beautifully and the bond which has given me the deepest and the greatest satisfaction one can have in a lifetime? I shall let you be and let you charter your life, standing right where we both started our journey together. I will see you from my frail window, flying and fallin