Shilpa Roy Kota
Parenting Stories (and more) from the desk of an imperfect parent
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There is a lot that I do, and a lot that I don’t do at work.
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I am honestly surprised that someone would want to come to my website. So please be sure you have the correct address before you start navigating further. If you suffer any mental trauma, start hallucinating or just plain simple fall in love with me, remember, I will not be responsible.
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My elder one walks into the kitchen, immediately after coming back from school. With a big sigh and a dramatic pause she proudly discloses “I lost my water bottle cap today in the bus. I was drinking water, the bus moved, the cap fell and I couldn’t find it!” Fortunately, I am cooking at the…
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Imagine going on a relaxing bike drive with friends and family. Everyone is driving together at the same speed. It is a little cramped on the road, but still a lot of fun. Somewhere along the road, you get news about an urgent task that needs your attention (could be work related or personal). You…
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As a mother of a 3 month old, it seems to me that the world out there is divided half and half in its opinion for what is right for my son. By Gods grace, I have a child who is hungry 90% of his wake time. Needless to say then, that whenever we have…
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pavankota: When you are going on a long leave and you are very happy!
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The softness of his hand, the smell of his skin The sparkle in his eyes, that toothless grin The soft, hairy cheeks, the silken hair The fingers that curl around mine saying I will always be there The sound of his burp, the shape of his nose The tiny feet with long slender toes The…
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My eight year old daughter and I went shopping yesterday to buy her a long promised gift. She wanted to buy a newly introduced toy which she had seen on the internet. I had no clue what it was and was hoping never to find it in the small, unorganized toy shops of Hyderabad. I…
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Mom visited me recently and as usual we sat for hours together talking about nothing and everything. While I struggle to juggle between the needs of a grown kid and an infant, the foremost thought that kept going on in my mind was – How did my Mom bring up three children all born within…