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We went to see the movie Jumanji 2. It was amazing and Neel really enjoyed it. And then on the way back home, I told him about Jumanji one with Robbin Williams (Oh!! I love him and adore his work so much). I was very keen that Neel should see this movie. And then it was playing on Star Movies -Neel slept off midway while I finished seeing it till the end. And then, I saw again with him. The scene that hit me was when Alan comes back and checks his dad’s factory – he is shocked to see everything change so much!!! While Neel enjoyed the movie, I was anchored rather transported to the time when I saw it with my dad. It was such a different experience seeing it with my dad and now with my son. The movie is the same, it's just the time that has changed. And then while my eyes stared at the screen in front of me, a different movie started in my brain. How every small passing day has brought about small little changes in the day to day routine and over a period of ...

I was entering the lift and met my neighbor in it... she asked me where I was going and I told her that, I had to buy the “Santa gift” for my son... She smiled and said that kids grow up and realize that “Santa does not exist”. We reached the ground floor and she was gone..... The words “Santa does not exist” kept coming back and I kept on feeling sad...a strong impulse in me kept on asserting “he does exist!!!!” He definitely comes every time I need something... It is no coincidence that my mom reaches back from Punjab today and gets my favorite “phulkari” for me. She is my Santa... In fact, we humans use a lot of logic and make ourselves believe that “synchronicity” or messages from the universe are “coincidences” I got the phulkari that I wanted, got the perfume that I wanted....today... And I don’t want to think that “Santa does not exist”... I don’t want to make myself believe that “it is just a coincidence”. I want to believe that the universe works in ...

Once upon a time, there was a small little girl who used to stay in a city in a small little house. It was a fast city but the life of this little girl was untouched by the fast pace. She used to wake up in her own sweet world taking ages to brush her teeth while adjusting her frilly green color frock which was her favorite. While she brushed her teeth, her focus was on the lace of her frock as she admired herself and her frock. She was very happy living her life. Then she would eat the most delicious food in the world cooked by her mom. She used to play and play with her younger sister-sometimes fighting with her and sometimes laughing with her. Sometimes she would help her mom and at most times she used to be lost in her own sweet world of imagination and creativity. She had the most amazing time with her parents sharing about every little thing that happened with her -some of which was real and some were made up. She had a lovely life where nature was her best ...

At the Kandivli Khushi center, my consultation room faces a mango tree that has lots of squirrels. I always see them running from one branch to another in between my consultations. I remember asking so many parents about which bird makes the continuous sound and does not even stop for breathing or refilling. I was really curious until one day I saw this little squirrel making the sound. I always thought it was a bird but it was a squirrel chirping. And every time that it would make the bark or the chirp, it would lift its tail up.So now, I knew what a squirrel sounds like !!! So yesterday, I was in between sessions, when one parent reached late for the schedule EFT session. She was late for more than 25 minutes and while I was waiting, I saw this squirrel constantly barking and lifting its tail. It did not even breathe. I was getting tired but somewhere deep down, it seemed like it was not for fun. It was scared or restless. It kept sitting on the branch and barking...

A smart, thin, tall teenage boy with specs enters into my consulting room along with his mom. Mom is dressed in a sari, a mangalsutra, a bindi and green bangles. He sits quietly while his mom starts talking to me. She talks to me in Hindi, asked me for permission to start in Marathi. Then the words and the expressions come in a flow and carry the emotions on top like waves in the ocean. Just as the waves come and go and it is a never-ending process, the mom wanted to go on and on pouring her heart out to me. I was getting very restless and agitated as I wanted her to stop talking. Something feels uneasy in my heart and I get this sinking kind of a feeling, energy around me starts feeling very prickly because the mom went into this flow of criticising the boy in front of me. I was transported to the time when I was bathing in this criticism as a child. It was too much to take and the inner child in me pleaded her to stop. I had made peace with my emotional wounds b...

Here I was in this small little hospital with my beeji. I was barely 20 years old and trying to take care of my sick beeji who was admitted because she had fever. It was pitch dark and it must have been  2-2:30  at night and I was awake thinking about her. I had always thought that beeji is very strong. She never falls sick- no fever, hypertension or diabetes and was very proud of her. And now she got fever which didn't leave her for 3 days at 83 years of age. At this time when it was pitch dark, I could hear the sound of some patients snoring, distressing sounds of the very sick patients and their relatives and the chirping alarms and the nurses chatting. I could see my beeji's body shivering with fever which I brought to the notice of the nurse and she administered a medicine which I prayed should help her to sleep. It was a very small hospital and there was no place for the relative to rest or sleep. I was sitting on the floor next to beeji holding her hand. Af...

I really wanted to share this beautiful time that I spent with this child at Khushi last week. I believe every day is beautiful at my workplace and this one was an awesome day. I am blessed to be in a profession where pure souls come to me every day and make the energy around me saintly and pious. Kids are all wonderful.... So, I am working with my team with this little 3-year-old child who has a diagnosis of Autism. The first day I saw this boy, he did not even acknowledge my presence. I tried to interact with him but he seemed to be in an invisible cylinder around him. His entire focus and energy was directed within this invisible cylinder. I thought of all the tools that are there in my therapy toolbox (my brain) and we started working with him. We put him on various swings and he was enjoying the swings but would keep running away from the swing. He just ran from one corner of the room to the other flapping his hands, his face covered with long curly hair fallin...