Skip to main content

WITH LOVE


WITH LOVE
We had a new member in the family, our brown-eyed bundle of joy. We followed all her activities, the yawn, the stretching, and the turns.
My daughter-in-law and son held her in their arms as they moved from room to room and corner to corner. Soon, it was Father’s Day, and the fathers in the family had their share of greetings.
The most lovingly sent was for the ‘Cat Dad.’ My son, with an emoticon of cat.
“Hey Misty, are you listening? So proud of you.” came from my son.


Labels:

Comments

  1. Sunidhi KashyapSeptember 12, 2023 at 1:01 PM

    The sweetest Cat Granny! ❤️

    ReplyDelete
  2. AnonymousSeptember 19, 2023 at 5:45 PM

    Lovely write-up, Bhabhi!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Mala rameshSeptember 19, 2023 at 6:12 PM

    I can feel the love oozing from your writing . How just a small, cute ,cat can bring people together! Amazing Swathi!

    ReplyDelete
  4. Rajeev SharmaSeptember 20, 2023 at 7:43 AM

    True,how a pet can evoke joys in our lives

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Night of the Rain

  It was one of those nights when the rain seemed determined to wash the whole town away. Sheets of water hammered against the windows, the roads were nearly deserted, and most people were asleep behind locked doors. My husband was resting lightly, as doctors often do when they know the doorbell might ring at any moment. Sometime past midnight, the bell rang. The emergency night staff called him downstairs. “Doctor, there’s a patient.” When he reached the entrance, he saw two young boys standing at the gate of the clinic porch. The smell of alcohol hung thick in the air. One of them was struggling to keep the other upright. The injured boy was slumped against him, barely conscious, his weight hanging heavily on his friend’s shoulder. “What happened?” my husband asked. The friend spoke with urgency. They had slipped from the motorbike. Even in that brief moment, my husband could tell the injury was serious. Head injury. Possible internal bleeding. It was the kind of case that needed...
Post a Comment
Read more

Yoga se hoga… pr yoga kaise hoga? (It will happen by yoga- but how will yoga happen?)

If you have ever tried starting yoga, you know the struggle: motivation fades, and mats gather dust. For me, yoga was always on my bucket list, but what I needed was the intent to start. Then something unexpected happened. My yoga group formed an unusual trio: my 80-year-old mother, my niece visiting from the USA, and me. Every morning at 6:30 am, we gathered not in the garden but in front of our TV to tune into live yoga sessions by Saurabh Bothra. And guess what? Yoga did happen. It wasn’t perfect, but it was consistent. We stretched, laughed, and even dozed off in shavaasan, but slowly, breath by breath, a habit was born. Because sometimes all it takes is showing up together.
Post a Comment
Read more

Happy Teacher's Day

Happy  Teacher's Day Life is full of teachers we don’t even recognize. The ants marching on teach us discipline without supervision, faith without recognition. The squirrel, carrying its tiny grains, shows us that contribution is not measured by applause but by necessity. Our human teachers are no different. Some speak in words, others in presence. Some correct us with chalk, while others do so with silence. What they all share is the flame of seeing us leave a mark. On this Teachers’ Day, I honor not just those in classrooms, but every teacher, visible or invisible, that life has given me. For each one taught a lesson that survives longer than memory. Happy Teachers’ Day.
Post a Comment
Read more