Fifteen years ago, I met a version of love I didn’t know could exist. Tiny, frail, fragile and wrapped in uncertainty. Aadi came early… too early, weighing 600 gms.  Our first few days in the NICU were filled with this tight feeling in our chest that’s indescribable. One that we pray no parent has to ever go through. Seeing your child suffering and the helplessness and anger we feel knowing that we can’t do anything about it.. Little did we know that this feeling would never leave us. We...

Instead of honoring women just by saying, she's a mother, sister, daughter, and wife.. Or that she protects, raises and forgives.. I 'd like to say; Do not place her on a pedestal, From up there she cannot stumble, cannot break, cannot confess that some days, her strength runs out. From up there she must always be graceful, always be patient, always be the quiet hero.. But she is only a mere human. She can make mistakes, She is tired some nights. She is unsure some mornings. She carries...

Please don’t judge me for this, because  it’s all what I’m thinking about… even when I suddenly wake up at 3 am and lay awake.  I’m definitely not alone, at least 25% of the world population is thinking about him too. You know who I’m talking about… of course it’s “Punch”. I’m an empath and I hate this fact because I have a million problems of my own, but I still absorb pain from others, even strangers I read about and think deeply about it. This is the kind of story my soul instantly...