Life, Eccentricities And Me

I always apprehend trying new clothes, lest I do not fit into them, the clothes being small. Though by now I have accepted my body type,  however somewhere deep down the line I aspire to look as I did years ago. Being a mother who has undergone a C-section, it is obvious to gain weight but it is not obvious why I should not lose some. The other day while discussing this pressing issue with some friends, one of them was quick to advice me, being a mother already I do not need to lose weight, rather I should look like a mother! I really do not know what that meant! I was quite taken aback by this statement, and immediately replied that being a mother it is all the more essential for me to take care of myself. If i fail to do so, I fail to nurture my family too. Sometimes, going by such conventional comments a woman feels quite demotivated to remain fit which is the need of the hour. In fact, women of all age groups should take upon themselves to keep themselves healthy, both physiolo

Do women really have acceptibility is a question to reckon with. The point of acceptibility is graver a concern when she reaches another household (by virtue of a wedlock) with a culture starkly different from hers. Most often than not, to avoid sounding misogynistic, her new folks claim to call her their daughter. This "too good to believe a deal" wears off soon when she understands her acceptibility is not remotely connected to the humane individual she is but because she seems to have adapted to the new culture! This means how well she can rustle up a meal that she has learnt for she needs to appease the new roommates who also happen to be her new family. And very soon she turns into a trophy daughter in law whom the new household can flaunt of. This also fulfils a sadistic pleasure when the mother in law can boast about her in the presence of her friends/family/relarives, basically all those who are either cursing or cribbing about their own daughter in law! In this tu

Few days back I had unknowingly hurt my right palm resulting in a lot of pain and discomfort. The moment the man of the house came to know of it he panicked, of course out of sheer concern and care. He immediately administred an instant first aid, that minimised the pain relatively. However the discomfort persisted. The night was quite painful and hence sleep deprived resulting in a freaking zombie the next morning. The man of the house yet again came to the rescue and advised complete rest for the day looking at my zombied demeanor, compromising on the first tea of the day and the breakfast. As another day passed in between, things seemed back to zero wherein I ended up doing all the usual household chores, my bruised palm taking a backseat in turn. Though the man of the house insisted me to keep a bandage on, I refused on the pretext that I need to get some essentials done. While doing so, I was reminded as to how our mothers face the same fate each day at home; they fall ill, th