From Deepa's Desk

Blogging has gradually turned into an outlet for my thoughts, a sort of a journal. I remember the first time I had come across the concept of blogging. It was 2008, and I was on a short break from jobs and was feeling restless as a homemaker. At that time the social media hadn't sprung up, or if it had, I had no idea about it. I do not exactly remember how I came across the concept of blogging, but somehow I did, and it was like a dream come true for me, the aspiring writer. I started writing short blogs and shared them with my family and close friends. The response was quite encouraging and I started on a sojourn which would gradually become my escape from reality. I remember writing those days for the sheer pleasure of writing and not to gain any views or comments. That I could write something - that itself was a thing to be happy.  Everything changed when I discovered the disillusioned joy of social media. Suddenly there were apps wherein I could share my blogs, there were publi...

When I came across this quote, I was forcibly reminded of an incident that happened when my father-in-law left the mortal world. It must have been few weeks after his death, and my son who was 7 at that time was going out to play with his friends one evening. He halted before leaving and asked me all of a sudden - 'Will I never see my Thatha again?' I could only nod, too overcome with emotions to speak anything. His eyes filled up and for a few seconds, he stood there. But then he wiped his eyes, said 'Okay' and left to play with his friends. This amazed me. That he could realize the extent of the tragedy and still carry on. Kids are blessed that way. Time protects their innocent hearts and minds by giving them the ability to move on quickly. But isn't this what everyone does? We wake up every morning knowing that we are one more day closer to our mortality. We know that a demanding day looms ahead - household chores for the homemakers, office work (not to mention p...