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D is Documents

Hello and Welcome to my sixth attempt at the AtoZ blogging challenge.
My theme this year is Caring for the Caregiver. My posts are based on my experience and are not meant to be a comprehensive guide on the subject. I would love to hear your experiences..
You can catch up with my previous posts here.
With each post, I am sharing a sketch that I have done as a means for stress busting.


Documents. 


Here in India, people avoid making a Will and its absence can create problems for any settlements that are to be made after elders pass on. A Living Will and Power of Attorney are other contentious issues that will also have to be prepared if need be. Elders do forget where documents are stored or even if they existed. Trying to get this information can be very tricky and very likely to be misinterpreted. 


Hence its vital to ensure that the bank accounts, bank lockers, mutual funds, stocks etc are not on a ‘single’ holding. Many a times, property documents are not in order. Time and other conditions permitting, try to straighten these out. 


So caregivers have to find a middle path. Or simply be ready for endless visits to the bank and other government offices as and when the time comes to change the holding pattern of the assets. 

Besides financial and real estate, medical documents also have to be kept safely and properly filed. Besides the Doctor needing them, they may have to be submitted when claiming health insurance. 


There is no one size fits all solution. 
Every family has to find something that suits them best. 
At best, posts such as mine will inspire a family to come up with their unique workable plan. 


My sketch for the day… Not one but two!
Both are from a Marathi magazine..

See you tomorrow folks with my E post!
Stay happy!

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C is Child

Hello and Welcome to my sixth attempt at the AtoZ blogging challenge.
My theme this year is Caring for the Caregiver. My posts are based on my experience and are not meant to be a comprehensive guide on the subject. I would love to hear your experiences..
You can catch up with my previous posts here.
With each post, I am sharing a sketch that I have done as a means for stress busting. 


While all my posts will be focused on care givers for the elderly, I think I must focus on parents who take care of their very sick or disabled children. During my work with differently able kids, I have seen first hand the trauma the parents (especially mothers) have to face, the uncertainty about the future, social ostracisation, and so on. 


I will never forget the comment of a young mother of child with cerebral palsy. They lived in a remote village and had come to our centre when the boy was about a year old. He used to cry continuously and she would stay awake in a bid to allow the rest of the household to sleep. . After evaluation, I had prescribed a preliminary home program. At her second visit at an interval of a month, she told me, “I have slept for the first time in a year’. 

That’s when I realised that my physiotherapy that was aimed to help the child ended up benefiting his mother as well. A most satisfying thought! 


In the same town, some of the mothers of the differently abled children, would go out only at night as neighbours or with their faces covered. I dont need to elaborate on this aspect of ostracisation. 


All the points applicable to care givers of elderly apply to such parents as well. 


Care giving actually doesnt differentiate between the age of the ‘ward’. The mental and physical demands on the care giver remain the same. 


There is no one size fits all solution.
Every family has to find something that suits them best. At best, posts such as mine will inspire a family to come up with their unique workable plan. 



Here is my sketch for today:

Inspired by images I found via Google search. 

See you tomorrow folks with my D post. 
Till then, stay happy!

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B is Bills

Hello and Welcome to my sixth attempt at the AtoZ blogging challenge.
My theme this year is Caring for the Caregiver. My posts are based on my experience and are not meant to be a comprehensive guide on the subject. I would love to hear your experiences..
You can catch up with my previous posts here.
With each post, I am sharing a sketch that I have done as a means for stress busting. 


Bills are something that simply have to be paid in the stipulated time. Thankfully, we now need not stand in queues to pay for various services that we use. 
As a care giver, we need to be alert about bill payments of residence of our ‘wards’ and also our own homes and offices.


This is the place to make full use of all available technology. 
Let me elaborate.
Use online payment methods via a laptop/desktop or mobile phone whichever one you are comfortable with. Many offer prescheduled payments or automatic payments when a bill is generated. For those who do not wish to use automatic payment options, check if it is possible to make an advance payment to over upcoming monthly bills. This can be used for electricity, phone, internet, annual property taxes and so on. Grocers, Newspaper, domestic helpers, cable/satellite TV also have to be paid on time. 


Payments will also have to be scheduled for any medical services for the ‘wards’ – as in monthly medications, for helpers/nursing or physiotherapy services availed. 


Occasionally payments may be required for services of a plumber/electrician/mason etc. 


The above relate to the home of our ‘ward’ but the same bills have to be paid at our (care giver’s) own residence as well – assuming the care giver has his own separate home. Things like income tax need personal attention so one has to make time for it. If one is running a business, then additional attention to employees Pay and reimbursements and incentives need to be calculated and scheduled.


Its best to use a diary or put in reminders on your phone calender. Tick off as as you go along so there is no repetition. Every family will have different headings to be paid and I have only made a general list on the basis of what I do. 


Always keep another responsible family member in the loop so they can take over in case needed. 

I would love to hear more ideas on managing bill payments. 
There is no one size fits all solution. 

Every family has to find something that suits them best. 
At best, posts such as mine will inspire a family to come up with their unique workable plan. 



Encouraged by my first drawing, I purchased a notebook.. the store only had a ruled variety and undeterred I began sketching in earnest.
Here is another of my efforts!


calm mind, Pune , zentangle



See you tomorrow folks with my C post!

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A is Ageing

Hello and Welcome to my sixth attempt at the AtoZ blogging challenge.
My theme this year is Caring for the Caregiver. My posts are based on my experience and are not meant to be a comprehensive guide on the subject. I would love to hear your experiences..
With each post, I am sharing a sketch that I have done as a means for stress busting. 


While this is a vast topic, I shall be focussing on persons who are looking after their old or sick or terminally ill elders – this can be parents or other family members. 
With modern medicine and improved diets, lifespan has increased which is not necessarily be accompanied by better quality of life. While some may be ‘sick’ others may have mobility issues which severely restricts their lifestyle. Memory – age related issues (Dementia) present a totally different set of challenges. 


In my country, for some reason, old age homes have a taboo attached to them. Shifting one’s ‘wards’ there is considered as shirking one’s responsibility. The facilities themselves need huge improvement. 
Yet they do exist. Some better than others. 


Some are called Assisted Ageing Homes and offer a fairly dignified stay/care. 
Some offer care for terminally ill or bed ridden patients.
A new concept in Pune, is day-care for elders.. meant for families with working professionals .. the elders can spend the day at the centre and return home at night. Just like day care centre for little ones.


Some centres in Pune:
DISCLAIMER: I have no vested interest in any of these. Some have been recommended to me, we have had acquaintances staying at some of these and some I have found via Google search. 

Athashri Housing scheme by Paranjpe Schemes 
Krishana Prabhu Old Age Home and Hospital, Parvati
Devtaru Old Age Home
Tapas Elder Care, at Baner and Aundh
ONP Silver Homes at Balewadi
Madhur Bhav at Pimple Nilakh and Nerhe


Some more facilities found by a google search.. not seen them personally:
Rainbow Day Care Centre
Ananddham Vruddha Virangula Kendra on Apte Road
Chaitanya Rehab Centre


So when does one consider such a ‘home’?
In my experience, it can be as a temporary measure when the care giver has to travel and there is no backup support. Or when it becomes impossible to look after the ‘wards’ at home. 


I would suggest visiting such a centre before taking any decision.
Talk to the managing team, to some residents if possible. Find out what kind of food is served, entertainment and medical support. Check reviews online. Most important, check the financial implications as the cost for such a facility can be prohibitive. Then talk to other family members and the ‘wards’ themselves before making a final decision. 
Like the care givers, the ‘wards’ need to accept the move to a ‘home’ and be happy about it. This takes time and is not easy. 


There is no one size fits all solution.
Every family has to find something that suits them best. 



Here is my first sketch that I have done on a newspaper handout. 

zentangle, mandala, art therapy

Irrespective of the final sketch, drawing so many tiny lines helped focus my attention, throw out unwanted thoughts and generally helped calm me.


I would certainly advocate this for care givers!
See you tomorrow folks for the B post!

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2019 AtoZ Theme Reveal



Theme Reveal #AtoZchallenge Tenth Anniversary 2019
Hello everyone!
The 2013 April AtoZ was my first blogging challenge and this is my sixth attempt. Considering the number of tree related posts you would see in my blog, curating a tree-nature-related theme was almost a given..


However I have chosen to write about another topic that almost all of us will face – which is taking care of our elderly parents/relatives. Very often, the care-givers are forgotten and not much attention is not given to their well being. Of course this is not deliberate but it happens… 


Hence I want to share my thoughts on this topic so that care-givers stay healthy and fit to take care of their ‘wards’ in the best possible manner. 


Recently I was in this role and took up sketching to pass my time. Surprisingly I found it was a big help in reducing my stress. Naturally, Google was a big help in generating ideas as I am not an artistic person. I am happy with the results and would like to share those.


Hence each of my posts will be accompanied by an image of a sketch.. its just simple dots and dashes done on pages of an ordinary notebook which is all that the store had. I am quite happy with them! 


See you in April 2019 folks, and hope you will share your thoughts and tips with me.


A quick recap for everyone on my previous attempts can be read here:
2013 –  Being my first attempt I went without a theme
2014 – Exercising for fitness
2015 – Gardens in Pune
2016– Herbs
2018 – Contemporary AtoZ


I have yet to schedule my posts so Bye for now!!
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The Gift

Abhi woke up to the sound of Rahul’s protests at having to eat breakfast. This was the only time that she got backseat on her mother’s daily agenda. She patiently waited for Ma to finish her chores and come to her. It was only a matter of time. She could hear the school bus, blaring its horn at the end of the lane and Rahul as usual was not ready. Dadima never really did object to this tardiness. Homework was often incomplete and exam scores below par. But all was excused.
Ma was soon with her and Abhi twisted her mouth into a smile. “Rise and shine dear, today is your big day!” Ma said. ‘Good morning’ Abhi echoed but the words ended as guttural sounds from her out-of-control vocal cords. Ma chatted away as she helped Abhi out of bed and prepared her for the day ahead. Today would be a difficult as Hetaldi had set a new task for her. Would she able to do it? Abhilasha steeled her mind to the looming challenge. She needed to focus.
Dadima was at the table but buried herself in her knitting as soon as Abhi came there for breakfast. Abhi attacked her food with gusto. Ma always put an extra dollop of butter on the parantha just the way she liked it. The salty smoothness of the butter helped the pieces slide easily down her throat. Most of the time her cheek and tongue muscles were way beyond her control twitching and moving of their own free will. The yellow velvety blob somehow calmed them sufficiently to allow her to swallow. Dadima complained about special meals for Abhi, “I want more tea,” she said now and Ma rushed off to the kitchen to prevent another onslaught of derisive comments. “And don’t forget to put in the ginger and cardamom”
Abhi hated having to depend on anyone least of all her mother but there was precious little she could do. Ma had almost become her arms and legs now. Abhi could feel her strength, hope and joy at seeing every miniscule progress. Mother and daughter functioned at a single level as if still bound by the umbilical cord.  Ma perfectly understood Abhi’s feelings, her needs and her dislikes conveyed through her expressive eyes.
Before the tea arrived, Dadima took off for her pooja. Abhi could smell the burning incense. It was rose today and she hated it. The tinkling bell accompanied Dadima’s tuneless bhajans.  How could God endure this daily audio torture Abhi wondered? Did he really ever listen? Or did Dadima’s God too prefer to ignore Abhi’s prayers?  But there was no time to lose, as Ma reminded her of their appointment.

They reached the Centre just as the other kids were finishing breakfast. The tantalising aroma of freshly fried fafda pervaded the entire hall with sharp overtones of fried chillies with it. Abhi smelt the sweetness of the fresh mango juice even before she saw it- was this treat in anticipation of her feat? Smell always had been her strong point and Hetaldi had used it extensively in her training. Abhi hated vanilla after those sessions.
Her first stop was with Varshadi, one she always looked forward to. “Its only a rope Abhi” she always said, “Surely you can do this” challenging her to outdo herself. Its hairy roughness mattered little to Abhi as she knotted it into patterns. The poky cords brought out the best from her rebellious fingers as they miraculously worked together under the influence of the abrasive texture. Seeing her begin to master this rope, Varshadi had given her a smooth nylon rope and some silken thread. Much to her chagrin Abhi was unable to complete the knots as the cool soft threads actually irritated her skin. So it was back to jute for her. Right now she was working on a bag for Ma and hoped to complete it by her birthday!
Her session was cut short as she steeled herself for her biggest day in her life so far. They had been preparing the past year for this event. Ma was as apprehensive and tense as Abhi, as she got ready to take her first steps after a decade and a half on this earth. Today, Hetaldi had planned her first independent walk.  As Abhi struggled out of the wheelchair with her splints and boots, she saw Ma place a pair of sequinned shoes at the end of the parallel bars.
Abhi’s cousin had similar twinkling shoes and she longed to wear them for just once, the only time really, when she had envied anyone else. Sensing her desire Ma had got her similar ones and Abhi smiled in anticipation as she began walking towards them. She commanded her unwilling limbs ahead one excruciating step after another.  The soles of her feet protested with the unfamiliar body weight, as the Velcro straps felt tighter than before. Abhi felt her breath coming harder and her throat went dry even as the twinkling shoes beckoned her forwards. She could see her reflection on the biggest sequin. Was she really as tall as Hetaldi? Or was Hetaldi short? The golden shoes reflected the sunlight into a zillion facets straight into her eyes, almost blinding her. Abhi was almost there, just a few more steps. She could sense Ma and Varshadi cheering her on but could not hear anything above the thudding of her heart. Three more she muttered to herself, two and then suddenly she was enveloped in her Ma’s arms, both crying copiously as if their hearts would break. Abhi tried to wipe her mother’s tears, which seemed to be glittering brighter than any baubles. She wanted to tell her things were looking up and that she need not worry anymore. So what if her limbs were not fully under her control and her speech not clear? Abhilasha was ‘special’ to everyone, but ‘handicapped’ to Dadima.  She was one of God’s own children.
The shoes were a perfect fit and Abhi admired her multiple reflections in them. The sequins felt prickly on the inside. “There’s plenty of work still to be done,” Hetaldi said. “Let’s do one more round for today”. Abhi was tired but got ready to walk again. Her life journey would be rockier than most others but she could do it, she would! Such simple gifts only made it more enjoyable!
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I for Ink



Welcome! 
We are with the 2018 April AtoZ Blogging challenge and its my fifth attempt. For those who missed it, here is the link to my Theme Reveal post. Do the alphabets still stand for the same things we learnt about in Nursery school? 

Its day nine and the alphabet is I.

I for Ink. Ink Pens.


We began writing in school with a pencil. Among the other perks of growing up to middle school was using the ink pen. The fountain pen as it was called brought its own set of difficulties. It often leaked and the stain was quite difficult to wash off. Preparing for exams meant we had to take extra pens as it not possible to refill ink from the bottle at the examination centre. 


Chelpark was the brand of choice and the colour was invariably Royal Blue. I know that other colours were available but Royal Blue was the only one in our home.


Image result for chelpark ink

I was thrilled when I was gifted a pen which had a sort of pump attached to the nib. This made refilling easy and clean. Then a few years later, we got cartridges of inks that we just had to affix below the nib. This eliminated the need for a ink bottle. 



I remember using ink pens for my Class X exams but just two years later, ball point pens were making their presence felt. My pencil box had one just as a ‘back up’. Soon these ball pens took became the writing equipment of choice. They lasted for longer than ink pens and were not messy. I think they won on the price front too. 


I was happy that my daughter used a fountain pen when in school and the Chelpark bottle again had a place of pride on her study desk. However like me, it lost the battle to new fangled Gel Pens. 

The green pen on the extreme right is a fountain pen.

I think, my handwriting was much better with a fountain pen as compared to the ball pens.


Today, we hardly write. Everything is either on the computer/laptop/smartphone. People voice-record lectures which does away the need to take notes. Students take photos of the notice board so there is no need to write down any time table. Shopping lists are on various apps. 


Ink pens are slowly getting redundant. The only time we use it regularly is to sign cheques or fill pay-in slips.


Do you use a fountain pen? 
Do share your thoughts!

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D for Dog

Welcome! 

We are with the 2018 April AtoZ Blogging challenge and its my fifth attempt. For those who missed it, here is the link to my Theme Reveal post. Do the alphabets still stand for the same things we learnt about in Nursery school?


Its day four and the alphabet is D.


D is for Dog. 


Today I am taking the easy way out, by recycling one of my earlier posts from 2008. The reason for doing so is not laziness but simply that the situation in Pune has not changed much. The only difference is that now I rarely see Pomeranians or Dobermans as pets. Labradors continue to be popular as are German Shepherds. There was a phase when almost every dog lover in Pune had a Husky – but I dont see many of them on the roads these days.


So here goes folk. Enjoy…


I was under the firm belief that a dog is a man’s best friend. There are umpteen stories of a canine’s bravery and devotion to his two legged master. Yet I am quite convinced that things are gradually changing. Yes I do mean that Man could soon be rated as a dog’s best friend! My belief gets strengthened daily as I watch the world with my presbiopic eyes! Let me illustrate…

Pouring rain or freezing cold one finds the master out on the roads to enable this family member relieve himself. Despite the recent extended unseasonal cold, hard core late risers in Pune sacrifice their cosy razai to troop out to the canine demands. I must add that the pet too is well protected against the chill with woollen garments of various types- just one more design for Grandma to knit when she makes sweaters for her grandchildren! It’s OK to dirty the roads but not the house; that’s their policy! I have counted at least 5 dogs who treat the compound in my building as their personal toilet while their masters and mistresses indulgently look on! Is there no way to properly potty train dogs? I am told that in the US, the dog owners have to clean up the streets as they walk their dogs along.

Being health conscious I try to make it a point to walk my daily 6kms but often end up logging just a couple of kms. Before there are any doubts about my sincerity or hints towards laziness let me clarify that all shortcuts are necessitated by friends. You may well ask, what’s wrong with meeting friends? 


Let me explain- it’s not the friend that I am averse to but his four-legged family member. Even before our greetings are complete, the hound has already got his two forefeet on my chest and is trying to slobber me with saliva. The experience of a close up examination of the dental architecture of a panting hound is most frightening, not recommended for the fainthearted. All the while my friend indulgently says, “Polly won’t do anything!” 
Anything? I would be the one having to take 21 injections in my stomach if any of those pearly whites as much as scratched me! 


Then there is a bull dog who insists on following me as I try to get to my target heart rate. I should not be bothering really, the sight of the dog is sufficient to get my heart racing as it is! 
So you can well understand how my resolve to stay fit is desperately challenged each day. Why can morning walkers not bring along their pets on a leash? Of course in some cases, the sight of the duo is hilarious as one wonders who is taking whom for a walk as the dog surges ahead, pulling his hapless master behind him!
Visiting such friends can also be a testing time. Pomeranians tend to want to contribute to the conversation in a manner that leaves one temporarily deafened with their high pitched barking. Honey is one pooch who is most protective of her mistress’s property. She doesn’t bother with troubling her vocal cords though preferring to keep a malevolent eye instead, pouncing forth if I as much as move a finger to pick up a magazine as my friend goes off to get me a cup of tea and biscuits for Honey. Believe me I am too scared even to reach into my purse to make a rescue call on my mobile. All joy of meeting my friend is totally overshadowed by having to sit erect and immobile for the entire period. To add insult to my injury, my friend waxes eloquent on some of Honey’s frivolous antics as I am forced to make appreciative noises as I watch the DVD of Honey’s birthday party!

Then we have these well wishers who feed every stray dog they can attract. End result being that the dogs soon assume food to be their right, the area becomes a flourishing maternity ward and the newest entrants end up snapping at the two-legged legal owners! I am all for feeding a hungry animal even offering some shelter but not if it ends up being a public nuisance.


Dogs are of tremendous aid to differently-abled persons and children. Dobermans and Labradors do an excellent job to supplement our Police Force, be it to track down explosives or thieves. I can understand the companionship a dog can afford a child or as a beloved family member. However, it should not end up traumatising people around them and being a nuisance to society in general. Postmen, newspaper boys will whole heartedly agree with me I am sure!

These are just some of my Pet Peeves. It is really immaterial who is who’s best friend. The Earth belongs to all of us and we need to coexist peacefully. Excuse me folks I have an important task to try to reform my neighbour and or his dog…. Hey, doggie that’s my freshly washed car you are heading for…


Cheers!

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Shortcut Sauce

This is my first attempt at a food post… As I have openly stated, I am a reluctant cook and I have jumped into the bloghop mainly for the food memories! And there are so many, and surprisingly the ones that stand out are the disasters


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However, today I would like to share one of our projects.. one that was we had no choice but to execute and do it well.. The ladies of our unit had to put up a food stall with two items- Bhel and Pizza. For two whole days. A huge crowd was expected. Pizza delicacy was in those days.. way back in 1993… especially in the remote base in the NE where we were posted. 


The local bakery would make the base but during the trials, we faced the most unexpected difficulties. Rings of capsicum dried out and the sulfurous odour of the onions was  quite unbearable. Spending two days in its company was quite unthinkable. Plus with limited space, we could not accommodate many containers. None of us were keen to freshly chop the veggies on a need-based basis. 


Our plan was the do the entire preparation at home and just grill the pizza when ordered. 


Necessity is the mother of invention – it is said and that is what happened to us.

We came up with the idea of putting all veggies together into the tomato sauce. What we finally had was a vegetable puree that we just had to pour on the base, top with grated cheese, grill and serve.  All flavouring spices too went into this sauce. The pizza was a big hit!  We ran out of sauce by mid afternoon and had to make fresh batches many more times on those two days till we ran out of pizza bases!



To this day, I make my pizza sauce in the same manner. Any leftover is stored in the fridge is reused as pasta sauce. In fact, I add it to vegetable gravy to get an interesting taste. My daughter has continued with this method so I guess, it has its merits one of the main ones being saving the effort of finely slicing the veggies. 


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There is no fixed recipie – but here goes.. You can improvise according to your taste – increase or reduce the tomatoes or onions or garlic or capsicum or Ajwain


For the sauce:

  • 4 large red tomatoes
  • 1 Capsicum
  • 1 medium Onion
  • 3 cloves Garlic
  • 1 tbsp Sugar
  • Salt to taste
  • 1 tbsp Tomato sauce
  • 1 tsp Ajwain
  • Little Oregano
  • 1 tsp red chilli powder
  • 1/2 cup water
Chop the veggies, mix with other ingredients and cook on a slow flame till done. Reduce till seiredd thickness. Cool. Grind in a blender to get a smooth puree.

Pour this on a pizza base, spread grated cheese, dot with butter. Grill in a hot oven and Viola.. the tastiest pizza is ready for you! 


We had not added mushrooms but I guess those can go in too.. 


How do you make your pizza sauce at home? Do you prefer separate toppings?

I am joining Sunita and Shilpa in #flavoursometuesdays which is on the first Tuesday of every month. 


FlavoursomeTuesdays
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War And Pieces

The rhythmic creak of the arm chair soothed the babies as they drifted into sleep in Neena’s arms. They were just about a month old and soon she would not be able to hold them both simultaneously. She ignored her aching arms and relished their closeness. Her mind moved back and forth in time in tandem with the rocking movements.  Was it really only a year ago that Life meted out its lessons to her?

Barely out of her teens and already married, which was what her family arranged and she had acquiesced. Soon after they celebrated their first anniversary, Neena was already pregnant. Twins, the doctor said, and Sam was overjoyed. Double the joy he said! He made sure he was with her for every check up and stood by her through her phase of morning sickness. The nine months couldn’t pass soon enough for him. Sam was due for a career course and decided to ask his Commanding Officer for a posting. Yet unexpectedly, his Unit was deployed in a conflict zone.With barely any time for farewells, the officers and men left without a backward glance. The operation turned into a prolonged one as causalities mounted. Some of the worst fears were realised and Neena was bereft. At the end of her third trimester, she remained confused and dazed not comprehending the storm that had hit her life. Her family took her home and what had was meant to be a rosy future suddenly turned dark.


Neena went through the final days of her pregnancy completely unaware of her surroundings. She cried all the time, but without understanding for whom.. was it for dear departed Sam who would never see his twins, was it for herself or for her  babies.. It was only when she held the boys in her arms for the first time that the enormity of her situation hit Neena….

She had no home. She was not financially literate. Would her graduation degree get a job of any kind? Could she bring up the boys single highhandedly? While her parents made all efforts to make her feel comfortable, how long could she depend on them? Relatives showed their true colours as being only fair weather friends and so-called friends were suddenly missing. Her in-laws were least interested in Neena’s welfare or that of the boys.

The future was bleak. The war machine had taken its toll and left her life in pieces. Her sons innocent trusting smiles served as a wake up call and inspiration. The time to grieve was over. There was no time to cry or for self pity. It was up to her to pick up the pieces and rebuild her life again. She owed it to her sons. To Herself.

BARATHON
This is my post for the BAR-A-THON by Blog-A-Rhythm and the theme for June 23th 2017 is War And Pieces. It is my among my maiden attempts at fiction. Any resemblance to any individuals living or dead is purely coincidental. 

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