Shilpa Roy Kota
Parenting Stories (and more) from the desk of an imperfect parent
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We are riding on a scooter. Yog suddenly asks,”Why that girl has a tent?”. I immediately decide that this conversation is soon going to transform into, “Why don’t we have a tent in our house?” So I tried to act ignorant. “I didn’t see any tent. Which tent are you talking about?” This was true.…
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There is so much beauty around us, inside us. Most of us miss seeing it, feeling it cause we are rushing to earn more, save more. Hoping that one day we will have enough saved to go find this beauty outside of us. My day starts with the beauty of rolling out kids from their…
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Some days life throws shit at us and we let that shit stink our clothes, body and souls. And then, there are days when life throws shit at us. We not only neatly catch it, but we also make dung cakes, package them and sell them at 100% profitability to those whom life has not gifted…
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As soon as I got home from office yesterday, Toyna ran to me, hugged me and said “Advance Happy Teachers Day!” I was surprised to hear this. Sensing my hesitancy to accept the title of a “Teacher”, she quickly exclaimed, “You taught me how to walk, how to say my first words. You still teach…
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The relationship between Food and Love runs very deep in India. If you love someone, you take them out to fancy restaurants. When you want to make up for a fight, you cook something special for your love. When you want to pamper yourself, you binge on food you love (not necessarily food which is…
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Hold your light at an angle which helps you see best. Never copy the angle at which others are holding their light. What works for them, need not necessarily work for you. When you are on a dark road, the best way to guide someone is to illuminate the light from behind them, not in…
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The moment I stepped in for lunch at home, my six year old niece, Sia, came running, scanning me from head to toe. With a slightly worried, curious look she asked, “You are wearing my Mothers shirt!?!” The look on her face suggested that she was worried about me infringing into her mother’s wardrobe. Without…
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Distance, by definition is not related to one point Distance, is and always will be the difference between two points When you stand far from me, you see the distance between us Does it matter how the distance was created; who moved backward, or who did not move at all? What matters is that do…
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I do believe in God. I believe in the God who resides inside all of us. I am not really sure if It also resides in Temples, Churches or Gurudawaras. I honestly have never tried to find God in such designated prayer zones. I feel people running these prayer zones use God as an excuse…
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Yogs polite way of telling me that I have grown fat, “Mama, you have grown up.” Then he rubs his hands gently on his own tummy and says, “I have grown up too!”
Shilpa Roy Kota 