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5 Types Of Traditional Silk Sarees To Slay The Wedding Season
Indian weddings are a strong reason for us to celebrate. The celebration is not only about the bride and groom tying the knot, but we celebrate our culture. Sumptuous cuisines, beautiful henna, sparkling jewellery, and most importantly, celebrating happiness together is what a desi wedding is all about. The day we receive a wedding invitation, the first question arises is “what should I wear”.Despite diving into our closets, we head to the market for some shopping. In a man’s world, men do not have many choices here. However, for a change, women are free to choose. Choose from a wide variety of attires. Though the indo-Western Dresses, Evening Gowns, Palazzos,…
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7 Life Lessons Taught By My Child
Motherhood is divine. My daughter is the best thing happened to me ever in my life 13 years ago. Initially, I was worried since I did not know “how to be a mother”. I never wanted to make the same parenting mistakes I learned as a child. I only wanted to inculcate the “good” in her so that she grows up to be a wonderful human being. Gradually, in the process, I learned that parenting itself has a lot of scope for learning. Honestly, my child has taught me many lessons that I could have never realized any other way. Few simple life lessons but most important for life are…
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It’s All Within Me #YesICan
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A Beautiful Starry Night
The brightness of the day sets with sun so dull, Spreading the gloom across the hull! The dusk scares the birds to nest, Chirping is lost and wings to rest! Moments freeze in deep silence, Crashing it all to subtle subsidence! The sky wears a black robe, A mumbling darkness and lost hope! Slowly the soft breeze touches it all, Sweeping the gloom and refreshing the soul! The black breaks with a bright moonshine, As the night ages like a fine wine! Slowly the intensity is lit up in pearls, As lakhs of them dance and twirl! A few stuck by a cupid’s arrow, A few form a shape in…
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When I Am Gone
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Shopping Is Cheaper Than A Psychiatrist
Friday evening, 6.30 pm While everyone is looking forward to the weekend, I am dreading it. Not again! Maid has availed a leave already, hubby has demanded “good food”. My daughter has committed to an evening movie with her friends at the newly opened mall in our locality. This means I will be on my toes through the weekend. Saturday morning, I wake up at 5.30 am as my body clock is set that way. A pop up showing “Great India Sale” appears, and I just can’t resist the temptation to scroll forward. Not that I have to buy anything, but reading “Sold Out” is the shortest horror story I…
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When I Am Gone
I wake up early every morning, for tea & breakfast, laundry & cleaning! Just to ensure your mornings are seamless, my nights are usually dreamless! All I expect is a loving smile, caring eyes and a heart so kind, Alas ! you forget it all in the daily grind! You work so hard, you toil and sweat, all we need is a shelter on our heads! I long for your dark eyes to connect with mine, read the overlooked texts & share a loving sign! I always have so much to say, but you are never done with the digital play! It’s been a while we shared a warm hug,…
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A Beautiful Starry Night
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Make Odd Pollution Even, With A Simple Odd-Even
Soon after a soundproof Diwali this year, we were expecting the recurring odds of the air, which suddenly turned into an angry mixture of gases. Blame it on crackers, which honestly, I did not find anywhere in the crowded markets during Diwali shopping. Still, a few phhis, dhum, phus, dhaam, dhudum were audible till late night giving us a hazy morning. Though this article will exceed the average reading span of 750 words of a reader, yet, a few “people” need a special mention here. People who spent valuable time to fetch crackers from the outskirts of Delhi or dug out their houses to find that last packet of sutli…
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Winners Announced for Pen Your Story Contest 1 – Yes, I Can
Thank you, everyone, who participated in the first “Pen Your Story” contest at Vandana’s Pen and shared the story for the muse “Yes, I Can”. It was indeed a pleasure reading so many good stories. Amongst all the good reads, the story “When I Overcame My Fear of Failure & Self Doubts” by Sonia Madan was found to be the best. She has won an Amazon Voucher of Rs. 1000.- Congratulations! Also, there are three more stories which are indeed good reads and deserve all the love:- Dream of a Small Town Girl by Sneha Kejriwal It’s All Within Me by Pritha Pradhan When I Followed My Dream by Mahima…
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When I Followed My Dream – Yes I Can
Have you ever dreamt of having that one thing or one dream in your life so severely that you can risk it all for it? Yes, that is what is art and teaching art to me. It all started when I was directionless. I was confused about my career choice. I unknowingly followed the path, which was a little familiar to me but wasn’t a specific career option. Little did I know, life had different plans for me. I was a sincere child and obediently followed every instruction by my parents. As a child, I loved to recreate anything, and everything taught in art shows on TV, which I followed…
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When I Overcame My Fear of Failure & Self Doubts
Reading has always been my hobby. After marriage, this hobby of mine took a back seat as I was busy maintaining balance. My passion for writing was discovered only when my kids started their schooling. As I spent a lot of time reading articles, blogs, and various other write-ups, little did I knew there was a hidden writer in me. Initially, I was in doubt of sharing my writeups, thinking if they made a good or bad read? I wrote it in a diary but never shared them with anyone. My inner self kept on pushing me to share it with all and flaunt it to the world. It’s the…
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Dream of A Small Town Girl – A Short Story #YesICan
Aahana was born and bought up in an orthodox Indian family, where rules differ based on gender. She had a younger brother Aryan who was apparently the wanted one. Aryan was always the apple of her parents’ eyes, as is usually the case in such families. Aryan was a free independent bird Aahana was always told to listen to her parents and kiddo brother. Just like an obedient child Aahana lived precisely how her parents told her to without any questions. She always hoped for a day when she will make a way in their hearts. She tried hard but only to get disappointments. Time flew by, and Aahana had…
