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No one tells!

And that is true these days. No one says what is on their mind at all. They assume, they think, they believe – but they just don’t tell. In so many years of meeting variety humans this is the biggest human weakest I have come across. We all are not born same and neither do… Read More No one tells!

January 24, 2017 AshwatimenonLeave a comment

The Mother that leaves her soul behind…

No, this is not spooky. This is actually true. Much of our Indian upbringing has the effect that family and parents play a major role event until you are 30. We don’t have a culture of moving out and then showing up at our childhood home – say 10 years later – and wondering how… Read More The Mother that leaves her soul behind…

February 18, 2016July 25, 2016 AshwatimenonLeave a comment

‘Tis the Season of Love

Indeed it is the season of Love – to see and smell nature. Can’t you feel the change in the weather outside your window or are you too much into your computer? If you are then ‘Tis the season of love indeed – it is the season of life rather. When you can smell fresh… Read More ‘Tis the Season of Love

February 11, 2016July 25, 2016 AshwatimenonLeave a comment

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