“I am looking pretty, aren’t I? Please ward off the evil eyes away from me too, Maasi”.  But all my maasi did was smile and cup my face before waving at someone to initiate a conversation with them instead of warding any evil eye off me!

I let my husband go to his workplace with a tear in his shirt. I saw it. I still did not pester him to change the shirt, so I can sew the tear. He was okay with it. He did not give two hoots about it. So I decided to not give two hoots about it either.

When my son reads books by Roald Dahl written using his gobble funk language, I recall my mother creating a similar kind of language years back.

Blind Bake Café, in Hauz Khas, New Delhi, under the supervision of NAB India Centre for Blind Women and Disability Studies, offers skill training to visually impaired women which helps them earn a living with dignity.

At the age of 60, my mother started earning her own money. It instilled a sense of pride and confidence in her that I could never see earlier.