Have you ever walked into a furnace voluntarily?
I did, today; by just walking out on the road.
Not only are the palms of my hands tanned, but I'm also equipped with unmatched respect and understanding for all those who have no choice, but to labour in the open - be it the sun, or the ruthless sun.
We Indians love summer and it looks like summer is loving us back, a little too much!
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The Mess of Being Mom
I want to change the way I speak to my children. In the silence, I am suffocated by the guilt of making every day of their morning a bad one...
