An Ode to Maa

To tribute my Mother who I fondly call #Maa even using all alphabets in all probable attributable words would not be enough and certainly not enough is a day. So I do it in my small way. We always get interested in celebrating things on a larger scale and in grand style. But what we forget is life is celebrated the most in mundane and smaller things that we do and appreciate in the simplest way.

It Was Love When # 4

It Was Love When

when you fall down,

there is nothing bright,

he holds you upright,

stands firmly by you

in the dark of the night,

makes sure, he is always in sight

‪#‎fatherlylove ‪#‎childshero

~karan

It Was Love When # 3

It Was Love When

nothing was going right,

the world was against me

with all its might,

you held my hand tight,

whispered in my ears slight,

don’t worry son I’m with u,

everything will be alright

#‎motherlylove ‪#‎heavens

~karan

Brother

As a part of the Write Tribe Festival of Words which kickstarts on 1^st September and will go on till September 7, I am writing about the 7 relations in my life, without even one of them my life would lose its meaning. These seven people are very dear to me and I hold them very close.

Brother -

He was gifted to me by parents when I was just four. I am sure when he was born I would have been delighted beyond limits and my happiness would have known no boundaries. I don’t remember it all now as I was all but four. He was and is the jewel of the family being not just the youngest kid but the youngest member of our huge joint family. He was loved, pampered and spoiled as kid but has always been well mannered, obedient and dutiful child.