This Mother’s Day I wish and pray The past year was a nightmare That I will wake up any day And see my mom with me here. Last June she bid us goodbye Couldn’t stay however much we…
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My Heart – A Sonnet
My Heart When I sit with my hand over my heart. I am healing by talking to my mom. We are together even when apart. Her dear sweet memory, my soothing balm. While out walking I look up at…
Missing My Mother
And then, somehow, I don’t know why, I tell her everything and cry. She hugs me then, and right away I feel less sad. That’s mother’s way… ~Anonymous, “Mother’s Way,” 1905 Why does it hurt so much when I talk…
At the gym with my parents.
Missing my parents so much it is unbearable. ‘Who, being loved, is poor?’ ~ Oscar Wilde My parents accompanied me to the gym yesterday, and it was wonderful. I showed them my fitness routine and they were proud of me.…
Raindrops are Teardrops.
Raindrops are teardrops from heaven I think raindrops are teardrops from heaven They are crimson hued and warm to the touch They all cry like me twenty four seven There’s a reason they are crying so much. The angels…
Z At Last #AtoZChallenge
Welcome to my blog. This is my fourth time at #AtoZChallenge and my theme this year is Sparky, my 11-year-old Dalmatian. You can read all about my theme here. Today is the last day of this blogging challenge and I…
Thank You 2014
Dear 2014, You have been a wonderful friend and been very lucky for me. I finally realized my dream of dedicating a book to my dad, though I would have loved to write his biography. Maybe this book will be…
Mother’s Day Special- WOW
Write Over the Weekend theme for this week This weekend we have a Mother’s Day Special! The post must contain the word MOM and we have just 5 sentences to complete our story. This post is a part of Write…
Stomach tales by Kriti Mukherjee
Stomach tales by Kriti Mukherjee I have this urge whenever I write about food to start it with – We Bengalis live to eat and not the other way around. I think I have used that sentence at least…
From Canada to India, with Love… by Sukhvinder Kundu
From Canada to India, with Love… I just can’t stop thinking about My Father today, my heart is so heavy. I want to be by his side again, want to be his little baby again and hug him tight, so…