Unsung Heroes: The Woman In My Life
“Vandhacha?” I text my sister. The message says delivered but there is no response. I put my phone down and
“Vandhacha?” I text my sister. The message says delivered but there is no response. I put my phone down and
My iWatch shows I have about 4K steps to my self imposed goal of 10K steps a day. I walk
I am at the stove deep frying thenkuzhal, a golden extrusion of rice and lentil flours fried and drained on
I sit between two women at the tae kwon do class my twins are at. We trade smiles each time
We stood near the vintage microwave, a relic from the 80’s J. C. Penney electronics division, a probe sunk partly
We roamed the mall side by side, me in my elastic waistband lounge pant and she in her jeans.
It is past 9:30 AM. Kids are in school, the kitchen is as clean as I can muster energy for,
Laddu is on her chair, the booster seat enabling to see the food in front of her. Saathi and I
“You should think about gainful employment,” my mom says to me as I sit on the floor, legs stretched out,
Sometime this week a year ago, I traded in my full-time job for something more flexible. A stay at home,
I woke up from a nightmare. Except this was mid-day. Feeling very relieved that I was alive and better yet,