I'm a proud wife and a warrior mom awaiting my certificate in "Advanced helicopter parenting". An avid coffee enthusiast. A physician in another life.
My hobbies include reading and writing, then nitpicking what I write. I also love running, online shopping and micromanaging the kids’ bedtime routines.When I gets a break, I daydream about the zombie apocalypse and getting more sleep. Most of the time,I can be found laughing at my kids’ wacky sense of humor.
I have this amazing, over achiever for a husband and together we've spawned 2 kids. We live in California.
"Hey, I’m Maanya Parikh, Head girl, and Hotshot. Former Writer and Publisher. Now reduced to running errands, wiping down appliances and scrambling at 9 pm to ghost write essays for my 10-year-old twins."
Motherhood does not come easy. Often our insecurities make us take up this role a tad more seriously than required. But, it is best at times to just let go.
And just like day follows night, the woman got one of the worst beatings of her young life. There had been no warning signs, this time - no anger, no yelling.
A hundred hopes, a million dreams. Trembled behind her lips, but shone in her face. He nodded as if in understanding, his exquisite eyes sad.
Red with exertion, he smiled at her with the kindest eyes she had ever seen. And she thought, maybe this new city wasn’t so bad after all.
The crowd trickled out of the great hall, many amongst them perverts and deviants. They shuffled along, their mouths dry and their minds set. The queen’s wrath was a fearful thing.
Married love can be a thing all its own, and only those inside it will recognise it, really; and only the fortunate few have it in their lives. So much of what we know about love, we learn from movies and books. Dashing dudes on motorcycles and sultry femmes in their pastel best. A formula for […]
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