24 results for 'Barkha Dhar'
Shopping for groceries may not sound as much fun to me as it is for my son. Every time we are at the store an important decision has to be made. It’s not about what or how much to buy but the cull between curiosity and confection. With all the allure that a supercenter has to offer, keeping a child sitting on the shopping cart calm certainly can be tricky. Sometimes the situation may turn out to be a good test of a parent’s patience and tact. Such is the case when I and my son are on grocery tour together. For me, answering spontaneous questions raised by a three year old while simultaneously... (more)
Having a fascination for aesthetics, I have always adorned the idea of collecting Asian art especially masks and idols of Gautama Buddha. When I bought these I didn’t realize that these rare art pieces could ever scare someone. Never did I imagine that the beauty of a dusk face with dainty eyes and a serene look could ever drive someone away from its ambience and aura. But such was the case with my son who faltered and shuddered each time he was near one.
His aversion was possibly the fear of the unknown and my alarm certainly seemed the concern for the known. In my boy’s candid apprehensions,... (more)
Every morning the sunrays through my bedside window try to wake me up. My eyelids still folded and my heart yearning for bliss in the early hours of morning keep me tossing and turning. The moment of awe strikes when my guru jumps on the bed, rubs his tiny nose with mine and says mommy kiss. His first gentle kiss is my journey to a blessed day beginning with purity of thoughts, enshrined feelings and a mind empty of yesterday. My day starts with brushing my guru’s pearly whites. This is when he gives me a dazzling gaze. His look often astonishes me and I end up losing my concentration from... (more)
My toddler boy’s ethereal psyche as my chariot of change each day pulls me inward to spiritual spunk. Listening to his innocent and enigmatic expressions often seems like divine recital. Such platonic relationship between a mother and her child is a route to bliss and benign emotions. My first born, whose plush gazes and fervent heart that has uniform feelings for birds, animals and all living beings, is my pioneer retreat to a conscious state. His playful and magical enchantments is realization that children as god’s cherubs are the hymns of nature. Their eternal kindle illuminates our life... (more)