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Kyra in Lakme Land – Where Every Woman is a Diva Beat the heat, bask in sun With Lakme expert, summers are fun No worries of tan, only chill with your man Play at beach, make a party plan Shake those legs, dance with élan Sarongs, shades, jute hat and sheen, Diva is not ready yet, without her lakme sunscreen Pool and wine, Happy Sunshine, Skimpy and sultry, those blushing Cheeks get rosy With lakme sun expert, even summers are cozy Sweat at bay, swing and sway Kyra, Elena having fun in May Kanupriya, a simple girl hailed from a lower middle class conservative family in Agra. Everyday while going to her school, she dreamt of being a diva, with hidden desires where jaws drop and heads turn for her. Every girl has a Cinderella inside fantasizing to be rescued by a fairy and give her a makeover to find her prince charming. While she was lost in her Cinderella dreams, her mom yelled at her “Come in kitchen, what will you do in Sasuraal’, th...

Internet is fun You have got twins! Radiologist announced to me and my husband, the result of my first ultrasound. As glamorized in films, in real life, we didn’t dance and gifted the Radiologist with my necklace with joy immediately, but we were pleasantly surprised, bewildered, stunned for a moment. Mixed feelings of joy, surprise and apprehensions, of having two babies together flooded our inexperienced minds towards parenthood. This twins word spread in family through various Oooh Aahhs, wow, jackpot, OMG and all sorts of exclamatory comments. At that point of time, me and my husband were working together on the same project in an IT company, my role was crucial as a technical architect. I had to put a hold to my work as our doctor prescribed me complete bed rest, leave the job and to remain in lying position 95% of the time, even sitting was not allowed except food time. A 360 degrees transformation was needed to our lifestyle. A girl outdoor needed to be confined to tota...

What is our legacy for our children…Material or Memories? Childhood stays as the most cherished and beautiful phase in anyone’s life. What our kids would reminisce most about their childhood? How our kids would remember us eventually? Let us take a moment to ask ourselves and reflect? We are struggling day and night for securing a better future for our children. In the process of facilitating them a luxurious lifestyle, pacing up with peer pressure, somewhere, life itself is getting missed. Your children need your presence more than your presents. ~Jesse Jackson The early years are the formative years, casting an impression of living a life. Are we setting the right example? These formative years develop a strong foundation of a kid, cultivate into an emotionally secure human being. So the involvement and the attention required from the parents is the most in these years. When we remember our childhood, the most endearing moments are our happy times with our parent...

Do you have a brother? I find it very difficult to answer this question today when being asked "Do you have a brother". Please read my true story published in Womesweb magazine at the following link and your comments, resonance stay valuable to the core. http://www.womensweb.in/articles/coping-sibling-loss-death/ Value each breath with your beloveds... - Meenaxi

Celebrating My Award Night ! Once upon a time, I was travelling in time on the journey of writing and hunting for a launch pad...and in my lap, my fellow blogger Saher shows me a ray of light with bestowing an award for my blog, what more can I ask for. Finding resonance and kindness reflects the goodness is still there and so is the appreciation of art. Thanks Saher. I enjoy reading your blog ... http://life-stance.blogspot.in  , for being sour and sweet and  simple. Keep writing, Life stance has promising substance and is versatile not being a usual diarrhea of everyday happenings.You have an eye for humor. Time for fulfilling the ritual: A.        Thank the person who nominated you. B.        Post a picture of the award on your blog. C.        Share 7 random thoughts about yourself. D.        Choose bloggers to pass the award ...

Pic Credit - Netbook Pearl of the Womb I am, The prettiest pearl of your womb Majestic fragrant flower to bloom, Forming life within you, breathing in unison Bonded umbilical, you are my foundation Dear Ma, I feel safe Nurtured, sheltered, associated From my purest world To yours, my arrival is awaited And then, I am just your daughter Can’t touch the grandeur of being a son This fact, that mirror manifested My being, same as yours Then why you exasperated Towards the gutter, I am flushed, relegated A cold blooded murder By my root, my ruthless mother, Committed red handed, yet the veil of sophisticated Shakti herself, with the prowess of creating generations, yet subjugated Could the chords of womb be ever so corrupted?