Dreaming of this tonight. And you? #happyweekend
The master plan is, to teach my son to play 'Parlour Parlour' specializing in head massage and have him play this with me every afternoon till he grows up enough to realize I'd been fooling him. Husband calls this exploitation, I call it payback 🙈 #afternoontales #toddlermom #motherhood Any more mommy naptime play ideas? 😜 #letmommysleep
What's all I carry in my purse when I travel on the blog today- apparently A LOT and some more 😂 Thank you for the theme suggestion @bharatiyakanya . Link in bio ☝️
Pretty much my plan this weekend. 😂😂😂 Also, some links on the blog if you need things to read this Sunday.
'If you could give only one advice on motherhood, what would it be?' - Seven women speak on the blog today. Link in bio ☝️ And to all the moms here, what would your advice be?
The reason people have started asking me if I'm pregnant again - मां के हाथ की खीर। (And also, aloo, poori, chana, halwa...) 🙈 #goodbyenavratri
Sarkaar Raj 🙏🙏🙏
मां के बाग के फूल ... Also, on the blog today, dreaming about my crushes from TV shows. Link in bio ☝️
Growing up as a brown skinned girl in the middle of two very fair sisters, comments on my skin colour from family and strangers alike wasn't something unusual for me. Obviously, as a self-doubting teenager I grew up to believe that may be I will look more 'beautiful' if I could 'lighten' up a little. It wasn't until I moved to England for my higher studies did I actually started loving myself the way I was when I realized that, there, how admired and desired my skin tone was. It was only with time and maturity you only achieve when you enter your 30s did I realize how stupid our whole country's obsession with complexion is. So when I became pregnant with my child, I hoped I could create an environment for him where the colour of his skin or the shape of his nose or his height or weight didn't matter. That he grows up to be a fair and lovely person not like that stupid cream, but like God intends us to be - a kind, just, happy human being. Unfortunately, I failed. It started with pregnancy when my granny (bless her soul) would ask me to drink coconut water so I would give birth to a fair child. After birth, everyone was relieved to see my child was lighter (than me) though not as fair as his father or that may be I should use a different oil or soap to improve his skin tone. If only I could tell you how heart breaking that is! So naturally, when I saw the ad for a product to 'improve baby's complexion', it blew my fuse. Like, WHYYY? Why can't we ever accept that human beings come in all forms of shapes, sizes and colours and that all are normal and all are desirable? Why can't we see, that at least for a mother, her baby is the most beautiful creation of God and who are we to interfere with that? Why can't we just get over our obsession with complexion? I do not want my child to grow up thinking that he is lesser than someone else just because of the colour of his skin. It sounds ridiculous just as I type it. I hope so many things for my child but I do not know where do we begin with modifying the way our society is wired. It is saddening and disappointing at the same time. Have you experienced colour-shaming for yourself or for your child? What do you do?