My Sculpture Effort

A message to my family

My quietly confident husband lets me be who I am- “a non-stop talker”.

Often I have to face the indignity of hearing my own “dialogues” from him.


He seems to know me too well for my comfort.


I infer my grand kids love my blabber. Riya’s babbles on the phone,


Adya’s “I love you so much”, written umpteen times in her emails


are my testimonials.

“You are so predictable!” My girls say. My sons-in-law just grin.



The quiet assurence of my eldest Richa amazes me no end. I confess it gives me immense courage.


Those occasional heartfelt talks with ever so perceptive Ashish are my life anchors.


Ritu, who is so much me, goads me incessantly to unknown territories. Thank you!


A giant hug from my baby-at-heart Rakshit makes me feel on top of the world.


A small hug and a peck from always-encouraging Riddhi, is what I cherish. I owe you this blog Rids!


I am aware that you all simply indulge me. I love you all very much.