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A mother muses about what life might have to offer as she watches her teen daughter have fun on the sea shore, and hopes that it is a good life!
Sitting at the seashore, basking in our moment,
My eyes wander to an effervescent adolescent.
In a trice, my mind starts brimming with thoughts of your future,
Pondering over sowing the right seeds for you as I nurture.
With a hopeful gleam in my eyes and a smile on my lips,
My grey matter begins to converse with you about life, the tricks and tips.
I cannot promise you a life full of happiness,
Because life, my baby, is a beautiful mess.
It is going to be like these waves of the sea,
With its peaks and lows, without a symmetry.
There will be moments of tranquillity, and moments of chaos,
You’ll often be humored, and often inundated with pathos.
Just like the waves kindle our spirits in its every manifestation,
Get drenched through the crests and troughs, the storms and stills of life, and have fun.
The world is constantly weaving magic with infinite joy on a platter,
We need to keep finding our mojo from what it has to offer.
Understand that true ecstasy is seldom externally driven,
It’s within you, and in your atman lies your heaven.
Abruptly, I am jostled out of my reverie by your uninhibited, charming giggle,
Experiencing euphoria, warmth and harmony as we cuddle.
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Neena was the sole caregiver of Amma and though one would think that Amma was dependent on her, Neena felt otherwise.
Neena inhaled the aroma that emanated from the pan and took a deep breath. The aroma of cumin interspersed with butter transported her back to the modest kitchen in her native village. She could picture her father standing in the kitchen wearing his white crisp kurta as he made delectable concoctions for his only daughter.
Neena grew up in a home where both her parents worked together in tandem to keep the house up and running. She had a blissful childhood in her modest two-room house. The house was small but every nook and cranny gave her memories of a lifetime. Neena’s young heart imagined that her life would follow the same cheerful course. But how wrong she was!
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“I usually write during night”, says author Nivedita Louis during our conversation. Chuckling she continues,” It’s easier then to focus solely on writing. Nivedita Louis is a writer, with varied interests and one of the founders of Her Stories, a feminist publishing house, based in Chennai.
In a candid conversation she shared her journey from small-town Tamil Nadu to becoming a history buff, an award-winning author and now a publisher.
Nivedita was born and raised in a small town in Tamil Nadu. It was for schooling that she first arrived in Chennai. Then known as Madras, she recalls being awed by the city. Her love-story with the city, its people and thus began which continues till date. She credits her perseverance and passion to make a difference to her days as a vocational student among the elite sections of Madras.
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