Hey beautiful Girl

I see the shiny brown curls frame your sweet face. I see your sleep-swollen eyes and feel you’re warm just out of the blanket body. I love the delicate smell of your hair, I still think it smells of milk and sweat, just like when you were a baby. I love your small fingers tugging…

My First Valentine’s Gift

Growing up in the 80’s in middle class India, there wasn’t such a hullabaloo about Valentine’s day as it is today.  I remember Daddy bringing home flowers a few times, but then he brought them on other random days too, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary. He loved giving card’s on all occasions- Birthdays…