I don’t know which phase of the ‘lockdown’ or the ‘release from lockdown,’ phase we are in. I’ve lost track. It’s now…let me count…from 22nd

Following my heart, Daring to dream, Living without regrets
I don’t know which phase of the ‘lockdown’ or the ‘release from lockdown,’ phase we are in. I’ve lost track. It’s now…let me count…from 22nd
Note: If you’re a man and you’re reading this quote you’re probably doing one of two things- a) agreeing with it or b) disagreeing with
It’s that time of the year in India, when you find students pouring over their books, papers, laptops. I see them with their noses dipped
I wrote this poem on a one of those ‘bad mamma’ days. I did not publish it then. Today, as I read it, I think
Its ‘back to school’ again. Last evening, we went to the supermarket to stock our larder with things to put into the children’s lunch