Love you Zindagi

From our childhood onwards, we hear about story's about angels... And when we grow up and go through the hard part of our life we will loose our faith in God and those angels...And we conclude that angels doesn't exit at all... They are just stories, dreaming about which we grow up...           But do you people really think that angels are not there?? God has proved me wrong... Angels are there... I got my angel... my sweet heart... my sree kutty.... As a Cinderella story my life got changed in her presence... All my dreams and aspiration about my life is coming true :):)           Previous year this time, I had a complication in pregnancy and needed to undergo cesarean on my 6 and half months of my pregnancy... doctors were assuring my parents that nothing will happen ... But in operation theater I overheard conversation between my gynecologist and Anesthetist.. She was telling that my baby is dead in my womb and she wants to save my life... I don't know how i overcome

Mom, this three letter word is something that is cherished by every woman. Nothing in the world can be replaced by the love of mother. People say mother is one who carry the baby in her womb for 9 months and in heart for lifetime. This is story of my aged friend who always dreamed of becoming a mother. Eagerly waited for her Angel to call her mom. I was 25 years old when I saw her first time. I got admitted in labor room due to preterm labor contractions. For me this baby was so precious since already I lost two in my womb itself. First time I didn't even knew I was pregnant. The screw of my company chair deceived me and it broke. I fell down on my back. Started bleeding and got admitted in hospital. There I came to know that I was carrying. My heart sank for a while.  I thought I missed the cycle since I had PCOS. I don't know how I lost my 2nd baby. Everything was fine for 1st three months. But on my third trimester check up baby's heart beat was stopped and I lost he

NS: This story is inspired from my friends life ‘Daddy, where are you?’ Little Payal is searching whole home for her father 'I am here dear’ Madhav replied. ' I am getting bored Daddy, Will you please play with me' 'What you wanna play my dear' 'Chess' the lil one replied Hearing the name of chess Madhav got anxious Seeing her husband face Maya started laughing. 'Arey my baby, why are you asking your dad to play chess with you. He don’t know the basics even. Maya giggled 'But daddy told he used to be a chess champion in school. And I should learn it', Payal replied Maya looked at Madhav questioningly Madhav replied, ‘I was trying to create interest for chess in her’ 'So daddy you lied to me. Mama you always tell na we will get punished if we tell lie. You give a suitable punishment for daddy also.', Payal demanded 'I agree with you dear’ Maya replied. ‘ Let dad cook today’s lunch.

Dedicated to my dear mom :) I am writing this story as Woman's day is round the corner. Do you guys really feel special to be a woman. Or thinks that womanhood is something that makes you feel proud. I always asked myself this question. Is being woman really special?? I never felt special for being a woman. No,this was my thought in past. This is my story of becoming special proud woman.  As every girl, I was also taught so many things from childhood. Don’t speak louder, Walk properly, Sit properly, be calm, polite, soft spoken etc etc. Then only you will be labelled as a good girl by the society. Sometimes I used to wonder whether my parents love me or the society. My brother can go anywhere anytime but I am supposed to return home on time. That could be because they wanted me to be safe. Fine, can’t blame them since my security was a matter of concern here. But still I wonder why I am not allowed hold my cousin brothers hand in public or talk and play with them. As a