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Everyone has experienced things that they would rather not re-create with their own children.
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I avoid socialising with women who cannot talk beyond their kids. No, it has nothing to do with them making me feel like a useless mom. Or, like an alien unaware what subjects her daughter is appearin...
Boredom is the ultimate teacher.
Let’s learn from these young teachers.
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By Purnima Jha* The story of the Ramayana never ceases to amaze me. Not only is the tale fascinating, the lessons contained therein continue to be relevant too. One of my favourites is the story of wh...
Time to go on a nostalgia ride.
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Motherhood is a funny thing. Emotionally, it takes you through so much; nothing can really prepare you for it. When your baby is born, your heart starts living outside your body. And bizarre things be...
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Summers for me meant endless days at my grandfather's house, which was the enchanted land of do-what-you-want. We would arrive at his gates the moment our vacations began and leave, kicking and screaming, when July sprung upon us, all-too-soon and without warning. Our mother, to our unimaginable delight, was not only barred entry, but was also made to renounce all parental control.
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Colours are the Lego blocks of a remembered childhood, the pure primaries of the glossy plastic, light sliding off smooth bright planes... the reds, the blues and the impossible yellows. A treasured possession was a red plastic 'sunglass'. Perched on the nose, it magically transformed the world, the colour washing over roads, cars and people; the grey grime of the city suddenly full of pink possibilities, a pink skyline blending into a rose-tinted horizon.
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Do you ever look at your kids and think, "Their childhood is so different from mine," or shake your head when they roll your eyes at what you once thought cool? We've got you covered. Get your nostalgia on with this list of what childhood looked like Once Upon A Time.
When I was growing up, before the arrival of Maruti 800, most middle-class homes owned a scooter, preferably a Vespa. Lately, I haven't seen a pure-blooded scooter in Gurgaon. Of course, the "scooty", the undernourished variant driven by delivery boys and women ferrying kids is common. All too often, it lurches mindlessly from the wrong side of the road, but is hardly a match for the rotund yet robust Vespa. Or the Lambretta.