Desert Rose

Disclaimer : If anything from this post relates to you or offends you, please don't be. You know we're talking about the other parents! This aunt I know. Apparently she was this extremely fun woman who believed in breaking the stereotype norms and go far. She lived independently and did a lot apparently. But now years down the lane, her daughter is not allowed to stay out after 8 pm, not allowed to drive because it is too dangerous and a whole lot of not allowed to do things. Fair enough right? My little niece. Oh she be one adorable doll. So her mom had gotten her morning milk ready in a blue sippy cup. She pushed it away and demanded, “I want the pink sippy cup, not the blue!”. My sister’s face whitens and she rushes to get the preferred sippy cup before the baby throws a tantrum. Fail! What are you afraid of sister? I go out shopping with a family friend. Their little boy loves my company (or at least it feels that way with all the fun we have). We are at the...

“I could have been blank and usual. I would still do my job which was to merely block. But when some minds thought, I turned out to be much more. Much more than blank and usual. Now there was meaning; there was color; I was beautiful and I felt alive. The envying look in the eyes of all those people who walk in to use the pool, especially the gleam in the eyes of kids – and I realize that I am crafted well and have a significant role here.  I feel like ‘the wall’ and not just a wall.” PS: This is the wall along the pool side of one of the latest project I worked on with Good Earth in Cochin. Recycled bottles and blocks with mud plaster – that is all it took to make this ‘the wall’.