Diyaa

  • Valuable lessons you need to know while travelling with kids
    Diyaa | 16-Jul-2016
      I recently read somewhere, ‘happiness comes in salty waters’! How true this stood for me. We planned a trip to one of my most awaited dream destinations, Bali. From the cottony clouds we flew down to the palm trees, ocean breeze, salty air and sun kissed hair. I had never before witnessed such spectacular shades of blue all under one sky. This voyage did a whole lot good to me. I was travelling in the company of my husband and my two lovely boys, a 7 yr and the other 10 months. Being a hard core perfectionist when it comes to my kids, I wanted to make sure I travel with every possible item of use for them. I googled about travel tips with kids, what to carry and checked the weather forecast, had their extras handy just in case, even change for the entire family for we had a transit of 3 hrs, what if we were pooped n puked on! So this was the maximum luggage I ever carried on a trip (off course considering I never travelled with my infant before this, it was his first international flight.)
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  • To all the sacrifices I have ever made, I think I am done, my child!
    Diyaa | 26-Aug-2016
    It was late noon on a Wednesday, when my elder son returned from school. We had an activity class scheduled for him in sometime. I was very sleepy to go anywhere, the usual me these days, since my recently turned toddler keeps me awake at nights. I finished my tasks and quickly got both of them ready to leave with me. I didn’t have much work lined up back home, so I thought of waiting back till his session got over. I saw an attractive book exhibition near his class. Being a book lover myself, I was easily pulled by the aura of that place. I could have spent hours at ease here was my first thought, but I had a time constrain, so I straight rushed to the kids section and started my hunt. There were books from all genres, from the rhymes to the novels and lots of activity books. There was everything u could ask for under that one roof. I picked couple of them from each section for both age groups of my boys. There I came across beautiful adult coloring book. Colors have always been my passion, so without
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  • Breaking the stereotype - Bold Blue Boys vs Peppy Pink Girls
    Diyaa | 10-Oct-2016
    I came across a post on a social media website two days earlier. They had lovely deals on some attractive story books for kids. I normally follow them for they keep coming up with new stuff. It keeps me up-to date with the requirements for new gen kids. But what struck me was the name on the books. One said 'dreams for girls' with a fairy on it n coloured in pink while the blue one said 'adventures for boy'. I didnt quite appreciate it and left it to that. This kept playing on my mind and i gathered my guts and wrote to them saying why cant girls be adventerous and boys dream of fairies and fairlyland? I left it to that pretty much not intending to do harm to their sales. It was a very poilte comment. I forgot about it soon. Today when i was checking my account it struck to me to check if they managed to send a reply to my objection. To my surprise the post was deleted from their page. In a way it made me feel good that somewhere my thought had made an impact. Guys we live with the gen millennial. What are w
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  • Gear up women-its time to save your tribe
    Diyaa | 25-Oct-2016
     "Pl don’t touch my child!" Cried Neha. It was very late at night when Neha’s mother in law had shut the house doors on her and locked them from in. Only till a few minutes before the scene was different, the quiet looking daughter in law had gotten tired of her in-laws taunts and moved down for some fresh air. She had left her 6 yr. old daughter sleeping in the room. After regaining her sanity she returned home to face a whole new bunch of bad glares from her in-laws. But to her shock the door had been shut for the night. She pleaded them and cried for sometime, when the door was finally unlocked. Her only thoughts were those for the safety of her daughter who was not liked by her grand parents. The 6 yr. old Aisha had not done anything to deserve such negative vibes from her own grandparents at such raw age. Neha feared her daughter being harmed by them or them not accepting her for the night. Where would have she gone with no money and no where to go?It was now close to six months now that
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  • Two pink lines
    Diyaa | 25-Oct-2016
    It was a Tuesday evening, sometime in December. I came back home very tired after meeting up with my family who had just come down from The United States to spend their holidays here with us. All I did that day was take them shopping. That’s one thing that can never tire a woman in any state. But crazily when I drove back home after all the city distance I was dead n least excited about what I had purchased along. I had never felt so dull in a while, like I had lost my energy. It had been two days since I missed my monthly dates and something asked me to buy a home test kit.    Even though it says u have to wait till the morning to get accurate results. It came with all the possible rules and instructions that I never bothered to read and went ahead taking the test. In less than few seconds I saw two pink lines. I knew what that meant. Nothing compares to the happiness of seeing two positive lines on the strip especially when u are ready to take up the big responsibility. I was very
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  • Diyaa | 25-Oct-2016
    I have a 6 year old chico/boy, who had taken up most of the space in my heart till recent. He soon had to share this space and keep it reserved for the one dwelling in me. Yes my second baby. Both my pregnancies were so different, that it gave people a chance to speculate. As if trying to assure me that a different pregnancy meant a different gender of a baby. Like, craving for sweets or salts became the first criteria to decide on who's gonna come out! What rapport I share with my mom today," Specially after becoming a mother myself is way beyond friendship. I too somewhere thought having a girl will give me the same relation with my girl like I share with my mother. Everyone in my family only hoped for a chica/girl since that would 'complete my family'. How it became so important to have a girl, that everyone thought she would tame the house and bring some gracefulness, After having a hyper little man. Why does it become so important an issue to have a specific gender like there are actually
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  • when the breath goes away
    Diyaa | 13-Dec-2016
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    I am here now and alive my soft breath on my skin I feelI lay around thinking about what would you do when I leave when my soul decides to part through all the layers of my skinI will be laying there lifeless not even my single eye would blink I stay still pondering about where on earth would you be would you rather be by my side or shed a tear from far off for me dont tell me how good I was for I may not even know if you can, appreciate me now and bring me all the good there is to show dont have any regrets later that we didnt talk much to each other call me or text me when u feel for it will be too late to do it after dont shed tears staring at my picture share your sorrows with me now give me a chance to wipe those precious drops for I may not be able to see your misty eyes anyhow dont keep me flowers on my stone for I may not be able to smell them send them all to me while I am here so that I can cherish it and be joyous around them if theres ever anything I did that hurt your heart and soul p
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  • My rebound love affair
    Diyaa | 17-Feb-2017
    When we hear the word ‘love’, we start wandering our thoughts to all the people we are chained to. People who are closest to us and also the ones that are virtually not around. I believe each relation is beautiful in its own way. There can’t be any comparisons ever. No matter how much I may love my kids it's always difficult to choose between them or my husband... or no matter how much I love my husband it's even more difficult to choose between him and my parents. They all are so special and uniquely important. And each one of them means a lot to me. But the most special bond I share is with Him, my God. There's no doubt about that. When I was a kid I used to have a live conversation with him. I kept my God alive in me and my life. More than praying to idols in the temples I preferred having a chat with Him inside me. It felt so much more real. I would always get my answers irrespective of my way of asking or the place and time. There were times I needed simple solutions to my immediate p
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  • When I unburdened my husband from my unrealistic expectations!
    Diyaa | 06-Nov-2017
    I sit here gazing at the orange sky… looking at the sun bidding us adios for the day, peacefully returning to where it came from. Not too far across I spot a pair of eagles sitting on the coconut tree, staring away, they look mesmerised by what they see. Standing very close to each other yet lost away in their own worlds. They gaze into serenity and enjoy the quietness this place has to offer. If u wonder what I’m doing here sitting still in this fast paced world or judging me for having all the time to gaze at two aimlessly sitting birds! Nah! This is my time that I stole from my family for 30 mins. The swim I took just before this with my son did give us good bonding time. So this one I truly deserve. There's nothing more refreshing than my hot cup of cardamom tea after a good exercise. Couple of floors down below I see my toddler run around with the nanny. I take the liberty to enjoy this scene from far without interfering much. Where did the idea of doing this pop from? Well, I just met a lad
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  • Diyaa | 06-Nov-2017
    I came across this beautiful line that says, “motherhood is a choice we make every day to put someone else's happiness and well-being ahead of our own, to teach the hard lessons of life the simpler way and to do what is rightly needed”. We are no more the centre of our universe and we relinquish that spot to our children. I believe God created them in a certain way not to live according to us but to have their own lives and for us to only be their guiding lights. In my eight years of mothering experience I have learnt a lot, made equal mistakes and corrected them with my second given chance, my second baby. It may be difficult for us and even frustrating at times with other duties and responsibilities to keep sane with these little mischief monkeys but yes there are things that surely can be avoided or better not told to them. Or else this will only leave a scar on their growing years. 1. To Hurry up! I used to often scream and yell at my boy to do things fast, to get dressed up, get ready for s
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  • Diyaa | 15-Nov-2017
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    Under the star covered skies I lay myself down On the frosted grass blades I rest my crown   My thoughts are not with me My soul searching for it's peace I gaze around endlessly The world around me has come to cease   The mesmeric lights that I see Dancing away intensely They drop me in their humbleness Revealing it's secrets discreetly   The night sky never looked this beautiful Covered partly in silky swirling lights Surprising me more and more By this exotic sight   I came to look for a soul to love That would touch me deep inside It would help me grow And make me feel alive tonight   But I no more sense the need for this For I can see my aura shine I realised it was not outside but My own light that shone from deep inside   There's no other soul that can complete mine For I am no piece of a puzzle I am absolute who by myself Perfected under his guidance!
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