Trustfully Yours

Can parents be labelled as the ones with their names on a child’s birth-certificate, only?

William and Fran York waited impatiently at the fertility clinic, they wanted to hear the news.

A name, an address was all it took to restore trust.

Somewhere far away James Harris was about to be a York.

Cruel Fate!


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A Lie and life after

Jenna stood behind the dining table waiting for Trey to say something.

It had been 2 years since James came in their life.

Trey had been a loving father and a doting husband.

“Where did I go wrong?”, he asked himself.

“Why didn’t I tell him earlier?”, thought Jenna.

Few years back when Jenna was at the doctor’s appointment.

He had the results of the tests with him.

She was pregnant and Trey had not been in town for 3 months.

“I am a monogamist. I love my husband….” She sobbed and broke down.

The doctor told him about the unfortunate accident where she was artificially inseminated. They promised full medical support. She didn’t have the heart to tell Trey about this and told the doctor about it too.

Jenna and Trey had been trying for a child for the past 7 years and this was a God’s gift to her.

She broke the news to Trey only a week after he was back. They were thrilled. James was born today, exactly 2 years back.

But a phone call interrupted his birthday celebration. Door bell rang and a couple stood there with a notice in their hand.



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Of Rains and unfortunate spillages

Our life in Mumbai has been pretty neat. We are experiencing new things and getting used to the fast life. :) Rains have been by far my most favorite part of the whole experience.

They are diligent and with full of vigor. They are also unforgiving, you cannot take them lightly.

Did you ever have to live with split milk smell? Oh rains love that smell and so does your couch :|

The husband got milk packets and forgetfully put them on the sofa. And guess what was next, there was a leak and the milk started to settle in the pores of the tapestry. On top of that heavy showers paid a visit to Mumbai and there was no sign of sun for 3 days in a row.

So what do you do then? How do you make sure the guests who have come over do not go through the milky stench as you are forced to. You try to use an iron, blow drier and fans on full speed to try to get the sofa to dry. A few hours and many units of electricity later, you have successfully dried the cushion. But that unfortunate moment when you want to smell the cushion because there a funky small in the house; you are ready to puke or faint or both.

Moments like these make me feel thankful for capsules of fragrance that come in the form of Ambi Pure.


A small spray in the house and we bid farewell to the smell. The spray packaging is compact and sleek. The trigger and the nozzle are smooth and let out a gentle spray of mist that turns everything to WOW.

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It comes in 7 different fragrances: Blossoms and Breeze, New Zealand Springs, Hawaiian Flower, Lavender Vanilla & Comfort, Thai Dragon Fruit, Spring and Renewal and Sweet citrus and zest.

Long Lasting, Refreshing and just so easy breezy. Hello Ambi Pure bye bye smelly smells.

I am blogging for #SmellyToSmiley at BlogAdda in association with Ambi Pur

Of Clothes, selfies and #sharetheload

What do the mice do when the cat is away/asleep? Well they play. What if we apply this logic to our daily life? Being the wife to a sales manager who travels 22 days a month, I know the pain of making sure enough clothes are ready to be packed, they are washed on time and more over they are rotated properly.

When I got the Ariel pack, I wrote to the husband, “Be ready for learning how to use the washing machine ;) Let us #sharetheload.” He was on a work trip so he replies to the texts rather late and I have got used to it.

However his last trip was rather long, I had not seen him for about 7 days. We chatted till 2 am and then dozed off. The next morning, post the walk, I took a nap and I woke up for find a series of selfies on my phone.

The pile of colored clothes with the whites

The pile of colored clothes with the whites



Let us get to some washing

Let us get to some washing

Divide the clothes between whites and colored.

Divide the clothes between whites and colored.


The nap was interrupted by a loud thud. I woke up, startled. When I peeped in the dry area, I found the husband with a bucket of water, testing the clothes for a leak of color <3. He had dropped the bucket, looked at me, smiled and started mopping it all up.

On any other day, I would have got mad at him but today I decided against it and went off to the kitchen to cook up something that we both love. :)

This wash Bucket challenge reminded me a few things:

  • The Husband watches and learns the chores, damn well.
  • It is very easy to see the incorrect before the correct.
  • Couples that share a smile together will wipe a tear together, as well.

So what did you learn from the #sharetheload?



New page, New life #together #lookup.

For me, it feels like a journey to weight loss that i have been on, has lasted forever. Having been a trained classical dancer for a good part of my growing up years, the body craved for the regime and I neglected it for too long.

Last Thursday, I met a lovely yoga instructor and an alternate medicine practitioner. I felt the warmth and the patient ear she lent. Some people just make your day with their presence and unconditional smile. We got to chit chatting about life in general. The kind of things that interest me, the life I have led till date, the routine I have had and etc etc.

It was only after a few minutes in the conversation, I realized that she has been taking notes for her new student. Such is the power of a good conversation, you will never know how scene changed if it is fluid.

I have not been ashamed of the current weight that I have reached, so I thought. Who does not want to fit in smaller size clothes? Size 18/16 itself looks so unflattering when we pick it up at the store. Oh and the pain of stores that do not store sizes above 12/14 :|  Who does not want to pretend to be okay one takes a flight of stairs more then 2-3? Who does not want to be fit for their partner? In fact who does not want to be more fit for child bearing? I certainly do.

Chatting with her made me not squirm under my skin. She really pulled me out very quickly and the healing process started in someway. It was because of her motivation that I could clock 14K steps for the first time. Her yoga sessions are not one-size-fit-all. They are tailored for each person based on their need. She believes in the fact that, if you are ready to work hard with me the scales and your clothes will not lie. In fact her disciples are on a strict one month probation, if the results are not visible, she wont continue. She was dead sure that if we work hard enough for atleast 90 days, I would feel so much more better about myself, health wise.

Sometimes it only takes a stranger to open our heart to. A fresh perspective which is also positive can do wonders.

I cant wait to star with her from Wednesday, till then intermittent fasting and atleast 5 km walk each day. Wish me luck and keep an eye on me so that I don’t go astray.

Rajashri Paralikar is the wonderful lady. She is strong, polite, a ball of energy and someone so positive.

I share my life’s this phase of optimism with

More soon.



Looking around and finding hope #lookup

In the kind of world that we live in today, there are a few things that give me hope. These are regular, mundane things if we look at them objectively, but they gave me a reason to smile today.

The house help came home today looking all tired and starved, I asked her whats up. She said she had found a bag full of money near the parking lot and had given it to the security guard. I said good, but why the tensed look. She said, the security guys took the money from the purse and divided among themselves. I told her that I can go the manager of the building with her and tell him the same. She said all that is solved now, the lady who had forgot the bag got it. What was bothering her was that why do people take things that dont belong to them. I smiled at her, made some tea for her and gave a little snack to cheer her up.

The husband came home around lunch time to drop off the stuff from his trip. He came armed with a huge brown bad of goodies. Just when I was about to rate him “Meets expectation ocassionally” in his annual appraisal, I decided to award a “Meets expectation”. He announced that someone in his company gave him this box of goodies as a welcome to the new region. There were two really great khakhras packs, dry fruit kachoris, milk cake pedas, a junagarh special tea time snack and a bottle of water. Such an awesome gesture from a man who is so well placed in his business comes as a welcome change.

On my walk today, I came across a wall. It was about 700 mtrs long and was painted by students of schools across the Thane region. What caught my fancy was the bold use of colors, the idea behind the issues highlighted and the encouragement that made them do this. I blessed all the souls responsible for this beautiful wall in a silent prayer.

Moving a little ahead, I found a young boy helping his mother and grand mother lift the vegetables bags and put in the car boot. He could have easily sat in the Skoda and played on the iPad but he was out there with them. I took a mental note of this and prayed that my kids are like this too.

An old man, in his 50’s was filling water a bottle at a time and taking to an abandoned building. He did it about three times, I walked a little further to find that he was watering the plants there and talking to them. There is something so touching about the grandies that makes my heart melt.

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The 1000 Km journey to reach home

My journey to reach home began in Jan, 2015 when the pati got a chance to move to a new town. Yesterday, mindlessly, I tried to see the distance between the two homes, one in Bangalore and the other in new city (details shall unfold soon). It came to about a 1000 km and the number stuck in my head. :)

It shall take a thousand km to reach a place that shall be my home for years to come. The anxiety to leave Namma Bengaluru is overwhelming. One day I panic, one day I am overjoyed and one day I am in despair.

The packing part of the house is almost done but how do we pack the feelings?

The new girl in town straight from college, the first day at first job, the finding an apartment by myself, the learning to cook, infallible moments with friends I made at work, the sister I found in Karuna, learning to drive in the big town, mad dancing in clubs on bollywood nights, falling in love with the best friend, getting married, setting up the house after the wedding, meeting and getting to know my babe Sheelu, joining a new organization, learning new things, making extraordinary friends who were only-blogger’s-I-know once (Monika, Swati and Apsy) :*, having a beautiful family that had relatives we chose (Agarwal’s, Chakraborty’s, Shankar’s, Gupta’s, Batra’s…), Rangashankara trips with friends or all by myself, wonderla…

Oh the list is a huge Huge HUGE one. I wish the one way ticket that I bought for 18th Feb gives me same/more opportunities to experience things that I never thought I would.

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