Thoughts and Quotes

Blood Stains on the Floor


A son is born, the family rejoices

There are blood stains on the floor, but the blood ain’t fresh

It also does not belong to the boy or his mother

As the son grows, he crawls on the red marks, accepting them as a part of his life

When he grows up to be a man, he marks his own floor with blood of beautiful angels before he finally gets a son

My heart cries, not because I was once a girl child, but because I am human with a heart

I am an ex-Management Consultant and a successful entrepreneur having close to twenty years of corporate experience. I am currently focusing full time on being a homeschooling parent while researching on the future of education and alternate methods of education. I am also a Vedic Math Trainer, an Operations Manager at a business run by her children and a philanthropist working with tens of other under privileged children. I bring all my past and current experiences together in the form of writing blogs. Using these blogs I wish to create awareness in parents, caregivers and educators about parenting, education and holistic living.