Shilpa Roy Kota
Parenting Stories (and more) from the desk of an imperfect parent
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I was out on a long drive today, a long list of to do items in my head and my favorite music on the air. I was in no hurry to get anywhere fast and was thoroughly enjoying the drive in the light traffic and the warm sun. Suddenly a large white van started honking from behind…
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Born into a highly talented, creative and artistic family, I always considered myself a misfit whose handwriting was pathetic and who could never draw a single straight line, leave alone landscapes, portraits or fashion designs. In addition, I sucked at any sport you could name and got the worst grades in ENGLISH! My future to me seemed…
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Ever since I started working, I have always looked forward to the first day of every month. Quite obviously, the reason for the excitement is that we receive our salaries on this day. It used to be measly amounts initially, often handed over in cash. Over the years, the amounts grew and got added directly…
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One dream at a time, one light burning deep inside One hope that refuses to die and one shoulder to cry These are the small things that keep me moving forward How often do we share, our smiles or our tears Life is so small, to live in our fears I never asked for much,…
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Silence so deep, it echos through my soul Silence so dark, it blinds me more I wish it would stop, I wish it would go I wish to break it, but how can I so I smile, I laugh, all seems fine Inside I cry for no reason or ryhme Gone are the days when…
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When you are trying to improve your public speaking skills, you are often taught to stand in front of the mirror and talk to yourself. Some trainers even go to the extent of recording your presentation and replaying it back to you so you can see where you need to improve. Obviously, when you know…
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It just seems like yesterday, when I used to reach out to hold my daughters hand the minute we stepped on the road, in a busy shop or just out for a walk. My motherly instincts guided me to keep her safe, always at an arms distance from me. As she and I both grew…
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When sentiments run high and misunderstanding abound When anger seeps in and frustrations pull me down When love seems lost and there is no answer to be found I wish we could talk When you don’t seem to understand and niether do I When expectations in the air make it difficult to breathe When the easiest…