When I was 15 I used to think anyone over the age of 30 was old but when I got to that age, tired, a little bruised from giving birth, raising the offspring and the dozen other things I was doing around that time, I discovered being thirty was magical. Thirty was not old. In fact, I was brimming with energy, raring to go with my career and the scores of new plans buzzing in my head. I don’t know

After finishing my morning chores, I settled down on my bed in a relaxed way. Automatically my hand caught hold of the ‘cell phone’ to see what the new messages were on WhatsApp and what the new developments were on Facebook. This had been my daily practice for many years now. This time slot was ‘fixed’ for the phone ever since I retired from my job. Today, I was in for a rude shock, I had a faint idea that

I am speaking from my personal experience and my observation of parents who either live with children or live alone while their children are living abroad. I’d also like to add to parents who are in senior citizen homes for whatever maybe the reason. Let’s handle one at a time.   You live with your son or daughter. First, there’s nothing wrong in living with your daughter’s family, if you do not have a son. Children are children! You raised

This time every year Bengalis look forward to going home to celebrate one of the most important festivals – the Durga puja. The festivities are a significant part of every Bengali’s life, in which ever part of the world they live in. It a time for prayers, togetherness, fun and for woman to feel beautiful in tant sarees, decked with flowers. The pujas are held over a ten-day period, which is traditionally viewed as the coming of the married daughter, Durga, to

Things can go wrong as they sometimes will, Never lose hope or your will, Be patient as the road is long, Path is coarse, full of pebbles and rocks, Barriers will be there and drawbacks too, Don’t give up, to your goal stay true Sometimes it seems easy, sometimes not, A melodious wander or a restless trip, Life is a journey with turns and bends Keep striving ahead until you reach the end. URVASHI VATS Read more from Urvashi here:

Communication is simply the act of transferring information vocally, visually, verbally, non-verbally. How well this information can be transmitted and received is the measure of how good our communication skills are, which becomes the foundation of an individual to express their ideas palpably. Communication skills hone the interpersonal and interpersonal abilities, today effective communicators become productive members of society who can be able to bring their counter parts closer to their world. Biggest adventure one can take is to communicate

I come from a family of hard workers. My grandfather was a chemistry professor in a DAV college; the only legacy he left my father was his education. Along with that my grandfather also persisted on my parents marriage. He loved how my mother was a goal oriented, workingwoman who was also down to earth. Talking about my mother, have you ever seen a panda cranky? Yes, that’s how cute she is. Some days when she is cranky she expresses

It’s 10/10 today and I wish life too was a perfect 10 on 10. When we break our leg, those around us immediately rush us to the doctor, but when we are hurting, aching and broken on the inside…there is no one to do the same. There is help out there but none of us want to take it because sadly, the fear of being judged and talked about is bigger than the need to be healed. We all are grieving.

I have learnt that life has no rules. No guidelines to show you who you are it doesn’t direct you to what should be done: What it takes to be strong, what it takes to have courage and stand up for yourself. Some of us are somehow born with conviction And some of us learn it the hard way. I have learnt that life is a journey. Destination unknown. It definitely is not a bed of roses, But it doesn’t

Those summer nights still fresh in my mind as we lay on our roof top gazing at the stars, finding their look alike, drawing shapes in the sky joining the star dots flaunting my calibre I made animals and flowers. Eagerly waiting to spot a shooting star shower looking left and right but just then again , like every time bedazzled by it’s light I forgot to wish upon it’s swift flight. What to be wished upon if I spot one again scattering my thoughts like a