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13. A Journey of Sleepless Love: Between Two Homes and Countless Emotions

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A Journey of Sleepless Love

 

The Sleepless Night That Began It All

The night before had no sleep in – not because I wasn’t tired, but because I was a mother on alert. As the train sped through the dark, I stayed half-awake, guarding my little world. My elder daughter slept peacefully on the upper berth, wrapped in innocence, while I watched over her with love stronger than sleep.

Every few minutes, I’d adjust her blanket, check on her, and make sure she was safe. My eyes were heavy, but my heart was awake – a mother’s instinct never rests.

Morning Light, Family Warmth

By dawn, my daughters woke up cheerful as always, followed by my husband’s sleepy smile. We greeted each other softly – our own little “good morning” orchestra. The train wheels clattered in rhythm, and laughter slowly filled the compartment.

While they played and gazed outside, I pulled out my laptop to finish the pending work. Between emails and laughter, we played a riddle game – something small, yet stitched joy into our tired morning.

The Bhel Ritual That Connects Generations

And then came our travel favourite – bhel time.

I have followed this ritual for 20 years – no train food, except that one spicy, tangy bhel we  have it together. It started when I was  a teenager, and now my kids carry it forward.

It’s amazing how simple things – like bhel in a moving train can become the thread that connects generations. That’s love in it’s simplest form.

The Surprise Visit – A Mother’s Warm Embrace

When we reached the city, instead of heading straight to my in-laws house, we decided to surprise my parents first. The moment they saw us – especially my daughters – their eyes filled with tears of joy.

My mother hugged them tightly, her hands trembling with love. My father’s smile spoke everything his words couldn’t. It’s amazing how parents never expect anything, yet give everything. Their love is the kind of home that never fades.

Between Two Homes – Where Love Meets Indifference

Then came the part  that always tests my heart – arriving at my in-laws house. Every visit feels uncertain. Would there be warmth or just the same quiet indifference? Sadly, it was the letter.

We were told to wait outside for nearly two hours because of madi – a ritual about purity. My daughters were tired and hungry, yet no one seemed moved. Ironically, when a friend stopped by, my mother-in-law served him coffee – while we sat outside.

I smiled through the ache, reminding myself – love should never depend on how others treat you.

A Meal, A Gesture, and Unspoken Feelings

Later, a relative invited us for breakfast. The food was delicious, their care made it taste even better. They even gifted us new clothes for an upcoming puja – thoughtful, though I didn’t quiet like them.

Still, I kept my calm and smiled. Some days, we don’t need to love everything – we just need to honor the intension behind it.

Work, Rituals, and an Unexpected Call of Love

After returning, I worked for a while on my laptop and helped with cleaning for the rituals ahead. They, my mother called – insisting we buy new clothes from their side too. My father transferred money instantly, his quiet love speaking through actions.

So, my husband, our younger daughter, and I went shopping. Despite his old leg injury and surgeries, my husband rode the gear bike, Watching him push through pain reminded me – strength isn’t loud; it’s quiet endurance.

A Mother’s Warmth and a Sister’s Smile

We stopped by my parents house again. My mother handed me a large bag filled with new clothes for everyone, including my in-laws. My sister served us festive snacks and laughter – that sweet kind of warmth that money can’t buy.

Night, Silence, and Grace

By evening, we returned home in my parents car. Dinner was quiet, conversations careful. When everyone slept, I stayed up – finishing chores, folding clothes, arranging for the next day.

Finally, past midnight, I opened my laptop again. Working late has become my way to find peace amid chaos. The day hadn’t been perfect – but it had grace.

Because life teaches us this simple truth – we can’t control how others treat us, but we can control how we carry our hearts through it.

Reflections: The Journey Beyond Distance

Not every journey is about distance – some are about emotional miles. Not every home feels like one – some only echo with expectations. But still, we walk, love, and hope – because somewhere, the love we give becomes our light in darkness.

When I watched my daughters sleep that night, I promised myself – their childhood will be filled with love, not bitterness. Because I choose to be the love I never received.

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6857243/

12. A Sleepless Night and a Journey of Love

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A Sleepless Night and a Journey of Love

 

Some days in a mother’s life are not just busy – they are unforgettable journeys of love, patience, and strength. Last night was one such day for me. We had slept very late, almost around 1 AM, yet by 6 AM, I was up again. The alarm clock was my mind itself – reminding me that I had to send my elder daughter to school and my husband to the office. No matter how tired I was, my heart didn’t let me rest because my family’s day had to start smoothly.

Morning Hustle Before Maramma Jatre

I prepared breakfast and packed the snacks box for my elder one. She had only a half day at school since it was Maramma Jatre, a local festival that brings spiritual energy and cultural celebration to our town. My little angel woke up with sleepy eyes, rubbing them gently as if pleading for five more minutes of sleep. But as always, her sweet smile and cheerful spirit made the morning brighter. We laughed, teased each other, and started the day with joy instead of rush.

Soon, my elder one and husband left for school and office, leaving me with my younger one still fast asleep. That peaceful silence – right after everyone leaves – is something every mother knows. I used it wisely to finish my packing, as that very day we were leaving for our hometown.

The Packing Marathon

“Oh God,” I kept saying to myself, “there’s so much to pack!” Every mother has this invisible checklist in her head, yet somehow we always feel something is forgotten. I wanted to ensure everything was perfect, from clothes to medicines, from kids snacks to chargers – every detail mattered because the journey was 14 hours long by train.

My husband was advised by the doctor not to lift heavy luggage, so I divided everything smartly into two trolleys, one tuck-back bag, and a laptop bag. It might sound simple, but the mental load of remembering every small thing for a family trip is enormous. Yet, as mothers, we carry it with pride.

By afternoon, my elder one returned from school. I decided not to go to the shop that day – family came first. I fed both my kids a wholesome lunch and started preparing homemade food for the train journey. I wanted them to eat healthy, comforting meals – something warm from home, not station food.

A Quick Dash for Gifts and Goodbyes

In the middle of this chaos, I realized I needed to buy a gift for my niece. So I took both my kids and went out shopping. Thankfully, we finished everything within 20 minutes! Back home, I made sure the house was clean, all switches turned off, gas checked, and things safely locked before leaving for 10 – 11 days.

It’s funny – every time I leave my house, I whisper a little prayer: “Deva, protect this home, and bless our journey.”

The Rush to the Railway Station

Our cab arrived right on time. My husband was to meet us directly at the station after work. The cab driver drove quite fast, overtaking vehicles as if we were on a racetrack. In a calm yet firm tone, I told him in kannada, “Anna, namge urgent yenu ella” (Brother, we’re not in a hurry). He smiled and slowed down. It was a small but beautiful moment of human connection – a reminder that respect and kindness always travel faster than speed.

We reached the station about half an hour before my husband. I waited with my daughters in the waiting hall, watching people rush around – some emotional goodbyes, some excited reunions, and some, like me, holding onto both children and luggage, managing everything in silence.

The Challenge of Luggage and Steps

When my husband arrived, I asked him to just hold the kids hands while I managed the luggage. I was shocked when the coolie asked for almost the price of our train ticket to carry our bags! Without hesitation, I decided to carry it all myself.

There were 28 steps to climb – two trolleys, a tuck-back, and a laptop bag – and I carried them all, one by one. My husband watched with pride and a little worry, but I felt empowered. At that moment, I wasn’t just a mother or a wife – I I was my own strength. When we finally reached our platform, I took a deep breath and silently thanked Lord Ganesha for the energy.

A Train Ride Full of Emotions

Once we boarded the train, everything seemed to settle. The rhythmic sound of the train wheels always has a magical way of calming the mind. My parents kept calling repeatedly, insisting that they would pick us up and that I should drop them and take the car. I said “No,” even though my parents were heartbroken. It’s strange how love sometimes means saying no for the right reasons.

As the train started moving, my kids said they were hungry. I opened the food boxes I had packed lovingly – rotis, sabji, some sweets – we shared our meal as the train swayed gently. There’s something sacred about eating food cooked with love during a journey – it feels like home even when you’re miles away.

Motherhood Never Sleeps

After dinner, I helped my daughters settle into their berths. The younger one struggled to fall asleep, tossing and turning. It was past 2 AM, when she finally dozed off. I couldn’t open my laptop or do any pending work. My husband and I kept a close watch on our elder one, who was sleeping alone on the opposite berth. She’s 7 now – independent but still our baby. We both made sure no one disturbed her and that she didn’t roll off the seat.

As the train moved through the silent night, I stayed awake, gazing at the dimly lit compartment. I saw people of every kind – some kind-hearted, some with rough behaviour, some unhygienic, some caring. Each face told a story, each story a reflection of humanity itself.

Somewhere between exhaustion and contentment, I realized – a mother’s journey never pauses. Even in sleepless nights and heavy luggage, in forgotten items and endless checklists, there’s a quite beauty – the beauty of giving without expecting.

Reflections of Gratitude

By morning, I was still awake but my heart was full. Watching my family sleep peacefully – my husband beside me, my daughters in their blankets – I felt blessed. Life might be tiring, but it is also tender. Every challenge, every sleepless night, every bit of struggle brings us closer to the meaning of love and responsibility.

This was not just a train journey – it was a journey of motherhood, a story of endurance and care that  every woman silently lives through.

And as the first rays of dawn touched the train window, I whispered a silent prayer to Mahadev – “Thank you for the strength, thank you for this love.”

Takeaway:

Every day in a woman’s life is a story of divine balance – between duty and love, strength and softness, self-care and sacrifice. Whether you are traveling, working, or just managing your family’s routine, remember – you are enough, you are strong, and your journey itself is sacred.

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11.A Day Wrapped In Devotion, Duty, and Love

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A Day Wrapped In Devotion, Duty, and Love – Balancing Life as a Mother and Healer

 

Morning Bliss and New Beginnings

The day began before the sun could rise – at 5 AM, with the peaceful silence of dawn whispering calmness into my home. The stillness of early morning always feels like a divine blessing, a moment when I connect with myself and my responsibilities. I began with my daily household chores, tidying up the house and setting the energy right for the day.

With a loving smile, I woke up my elder daughter, who had her Olympiad studies. Seeing her dedication at such a young age fills me with pride. As she studied, I prepared breakfast and lunch boxes for my husband and kids – a small act of love that feels sacred to me. I showered my love, while helping my elder baby get ready for school.

Before my younger one woke up, I spent a few moments lighting the lamp in our home shrine – whispering a soft prayer to Lord Ganesha, seeking strength and peace for the day ahead.

When my little one woke up, she came running to me with her sleepy smile – a moment that melts every mother’s heart. Showering each other with fun filled jokes, morning hours spent happily. Once everyone was ready, I sent my husband and elder daughter off to work and school with blessings and hugs.

Work Mode and Divine Start

After finishing the initial chores, I and my younger one left for our shop. As we entered, I lit a lamp before Lord Ganesha, invoking positivity and protection. The flickering flame seemed to whisper, “Have faith; today will unfold beautifully.”

However, the day had its own challenges. A client who had already postponed his appointment twice needed to be attended to. I called him for confirmation, and thankfully , he agreed to come. Soon, he arrived, and I completed his treatment successfully, thanking the divine for giving me the patience and strength to handle it well.

Afterward, I spent some precious moments playing and talking with my younger daughter – these little breaks are pure magic. We got back home in the afternoon, where I prepared ragi sari for her. Once she had it,  she peacefully drifted into sleep.

During her nap, I caught up on my pending household tasks and began packing my kids essentials for our upcoming hometown trip. The day was rolling fast, yet everything felt purposeful.

Evening Hustle and Surprising Visitors

By the time my elder daughter returned from school, the younger one had woken up, full of energy again. Both my girls began playing and laughing together. To my surprise they even cleaned the house, making it look neat and sparkling – they were expecting a special visit from my elder daughter’s best friend and her father, who were coming to invite us to a family wedding.

Watching my kids take responsibility like that made my heart swell with joy. However, I had to leave at my regular shop time – it was the first time ever that I had to leave them alone, even for just five minutes. Before leaving, I made sure they were safe, guided, and confident.

Unexpected Challenges at the Shop

When I reached the shop, I found my clients already waiting. I jumped straight into work without taking a breath. In between I called up my husband to confirm whether he has reached home or not. For my good, he had reached home within 5 minutes of me leaving. I took a deep relaxed breath, hen concentrated towards my work.

One of them was a new client referred by a known person. He insisted that the treatment be started immediately. Before beginning, I explained every step clearly – from procedure to charges. He agreed to everything. But soon, I realized why others had turned him away – his mouth opening was too limited, making it nearly impossible to work comfortably.

Many shops had only prescribed medicines and delayed treatment, but I chose to help him genuinely. For nearly two hours, I worked with utmost patience, handling his frequent interruptions and restlessness. The work was physically tough, but my sense of duty and sincerity guided me through.

However, when the procedure ended, he suddenly started talking about being a PR professional, boasting about his work. Before I could process that, he got up and said he needed to speak to the person who referred him before making the payment.

I politely reminded him that payment should be made immediately, but he ignored it and rushed out, promising to return in 10 minutes. Sadly, he never did.

It was disappointing – not just financially, but emotionally too. As a professional, I give my full heart and sincerity to each client, and moments like these test one’s patience and faith deeply.

Long Day, Long Route, and Little Angels

Even after this chaos, I attended one more old client, finishing around 10:50 PM. Then, I cleaned the clinic thoroughly – a small act of closure after a long, draining day.

As I stepped out, I realized the regular route home was blocked due to the Maramma Jatre, a local divine fair. So, I had to take a longer route, reaching home by 11:40 PM.

To my surprise, my little angels were still awake, their faces glowing with excitement. They insisted that we take them out for a walk under the bright colorful lights of the Jatre. Though exhausted, my heart softened seeing their joy.

While I was away at the shop, my husband attended the guests when he got back home. I had left everything well-prepared so that he and the kids wouldn’t face any inconvenience in my absence. The tray was set with mugs ready for coffee, and the wafers and potato chips were neatly arranged in beautiful glass serving bowls.

As my husband later shared, my daughter’s best friend’s father turned out to be a genuinely kind and warm person, and they had a heartfelt conversation. My husband truly enjoyed his company, and my daughters had a wonderful time playing and laughing with the friend.

When I finally returned home late night, my husband and kids excitedly narrated the entire evening, their, smiles reflecting the joy and warmth that filled our home even in my absence.

After having a quick dinner with my husband, we all stepped out together. The streets shimmered with festive energy – lights, music, food stalls, and laughter. Watching my kids walking under those vibrant lights felt like watching life itself glowing in divine colors.

After a short walk, we returned home. My daughters, still full of energy, jumped on the bed, danced, and laughed. Their happiness filled the air like music. I gathered them both into my arms, whispering softly, “My world begins and ends with you.”

Slowly, their eyelids drooped, their giggles faded, and soon, they were fast asleep. As I slipped into bed, a sense of calmness, gratitude, and divine peace surrounded me. The day was long, tiring, and emotional – but it was real, fulfilling, and blessed.

Reflections Before Sleep

Every day in my life feels like a balancing act between devotion, motherhood, and duty. Some days bring success, some bring challenges – but every day brings learning and grace.

As I  closed my eyes, I thanked Lord Ganesha once again – for strength, protection, and the love that keeps me grounded.

Because at the end of the day, no matter how chaotic life gets, love, faith, and family make everything worthwhile.

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/basics/empathy

10. A Day Full of Lessons, Love, and Unexpected Moments

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A Day Full of Lessons, Love, and Unexpected Moments – When Life Reminded Us What Truly Matters

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The Day That Began With Coffee and Ended With Calmness

The day began quietly, just as any other, at  a.m. The air felt soft, calm, and a little lazy. I got up, did a few household chores, and soon, the familiar sound of my husband’s footsteps joined me. The aroma of fresh coffee filled our little world as we both sat down to sip our morning dose of warmth – the kind that not only wakes you up but also connects two souls in silence before the day’s chaos begin.

A Day Full of Lessons, Love, and Unexpected Moments – When Life Reminded Us What Truly Matters

 

After a short peaceful chat, I gently woke my elder daughter. She had her Science Olympiad coming up, I wanted her morning to begin with confidence and positivity. I guided her through revision while preparing for breakfast simple yet full of care: mixed vegetable curry and soft rotis. My younger one always curious and playful, needed help with her food, while my husband lovingly fed our elder daughter.

It was one of those ordinary yet beautiful mornings that remind you how love hides in small acts – a bite fed, a word of encouragement, a shared sip of coffee.

Midday Rhythms and Comfort in Simplicity

By noon, my elder daughter continued her preparation while I moved to the kitchen again, this time making anna majjige saru (rice and seasoned buttermilk) – light, soothing, and one of those dishes that feel like a hug in a bowl. Lunch was simple but deeply satisfying. Sometimes, I feel that simple food is not just about saving time, it’s about saving peace. It gives space to breathe, reflect, and cherish moments that otherwise rush past us.

After lunch, we decided to step out to buy a new tablet for my work – something I had been postponing for a while. The afternoon sun was bright, and the streets were busy with usual sounds – cars honking, vendors calling, and people rushing.

A Moment That Shook Us

When we reached near the electronics shop, my elder daughter and I got out of the car while my husband looked for the parking. Suddenly, a loud thud broke through the noise – the kind of sound that freezes your heart before your mind even understands what happened.

An uncle had been hit by an auto-rikshaw right in front of us. We saw him tossed into the air before crashing onto the ground.

The sound of the impact still echoes in my ears. My heart raced, and instinct took over. I told my daughter to stay where she was and ran towards the injured man.

He lay on the ground, bleeding – his shirt soaked in red, his head wounded. A few people rushed to help, and we tried to lift him, but his body was limp, almost fainting. I could feel the pain, fear, and helplessness in that moment – time slowed, everything blurred.

 

The police standing near by arrived quickly, taking control of the situation. I stayed a few more seconds, making sure he was being attended to, all the while keeping an eye on my daughter, who stood still – shocked and confused.

When I walked back to her, I could see the fear in her eyes. She had witnessed something raw and real – something children are rarely prepared for. I held her close and softly explained what had happened, how important it was to always follow road safety rules, to stay alert, to understand that life can change in just a second.

She nodded, still shaken but slowly, beginning to process. When we reached back to the car, we told my husband everything. My daughter, in her innocent way, tried explaining how the “uncle flew in the air and fell down,” her little mind trying to make sense of the chaos.

The incident left us all disturbed, and I decided not to continue with the purchase. Some days, material things can wait – peace of mind cannot.

Evening Joys and the Little Things That Heal

Once home, we made ourselves some strong coffee  the kind that heals you one sip at a time. My daughters had their milk, and after some rest, we decided to lighten the mood. The Maramma Jatre, which I spoke about in my previous blog is still going on in the neighbourhood, and I thought – maybe a little laughter could help wash away the heaviness of the day.

As soon as we reached, the sounds of joy filled the air – children laughing, vendors calling out prices, lights twinkling in a thousand colors. My kids ran to play games, their laughter echoing through the evening. The crowd was huge; at one point, even mobile networks jammed, making payments difficult. But we didn’t mind – those small inconveniences felt funny now.

 

We ended our fair with our all-time favourite – gol gappa. Our usual vendor greeted us with a smile, but I laughed when I saw the prices – almost equal to the cost of an apple! That’s the charm of the fair – everything’s exaggerated, from joy to price tags.

Night Calm – The Beauty of Motherhood

We reached home a little earlier that night. I made light dinner for the kids and began the night routine – the sweet struggle every parent knows: getting children to sleep. My daughters finally drifted into dreams, one on each side of me, their tiny hands still holding me close.

I waited till their breathing became slow and peaceful before gently slipping away – a nightly ninja act every mother perfects. I cleaned the kitchen, washed the dishes, and made sure everything shined like new. It was almost midnight when I finally sat down, exhausted, my back aching, but my heart full.

Before turning off the light, I glanced at my daughters faces – calm, innocent, untouched by the world’s chaos. A wave of gratitude filled me.

There was a peaceful stillness inside me, a quiet joy that word’s can’t express. Maybe it was the feeling of safety after fear, or maybe just the contentment of living a full day – not perfect, but real.

Reflections Before Sleep

That night, as I closed my eyes, I realized something profound – life doesn’t need to be extraordinary to be meaningful. It’s the combination of the ordinary – the laughter over coffee, the simplicity of rice and seasoned buttermilk, the fear of an unexpected event, and the relief of coming home safe – that makes our days truly beautiful.

Every moment teaches us something. Some teach patience, some remind us of fragility, and some fill our hearts with quiet gratitude.

And as mothers, wives, daughters, and humans – we keep walking this path, one day at a time, learning, loving, and healing.

Final Thoughts

That day wasn’t about buying a new gadget or finishing chores – it was about living consciously. It reminded me that life is fragile, time is precious, and moments with loved ones are the most valuable things we own.

So the next time you have a quiet cup of coffee with someone you love – pause. Smile. Breathe. Because these tiny moments are what we’ll remember the most.

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/what-really-matters

9.A Family Day & Maramma Jatre

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A Family Day & Maramma Jatre

A Family Day, Funfair, and Simple Joys-Ordinary Turns Beautiful

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A Family Day & Maramma Jatre

 

A Simple Saturday Morning of Togetherness

The day began at 6:00 AM – a rare, calm morning where neither my husband nor daughter had school or office. That itself felt like a blessing! We began our day with a cup of streaming filter coffee, sharing light-hearted conversations that set the perfect tone for the day. There is something magical about mornings when everyone is relaxed – no rush, no alarms, no deadlines, just laughter and aroma of fresh coffee filling the air.

A Family Day, Funfair, and Simple Joys-Ordinary Turns Beautiful

 

Our darling daughters woke up soon, full of energy and ready to explore the new day. My younger one got busy with her slime, while I helped my elder daughter prepare for her online science test and the upcoming Science Olympiad scheduled for Monday. Teaching her and watching her curiosity grow always fills me with satisfaction – motherhood is indeed a journey of rediscovering patience and love every single day.

Breakfast Bliss – The Beloved Poha

Breakfast that day was made by my husband – a beautiful plate of Poha, a light yet satisfying dish cherished across South India, Maharashtra, Karnataka, and Andhra Pradesh. Known by different names like Kandha Poha, Avalakki, or Atukula Upma, it’s more than a recipe – it’s comfort food wrapped in nostalgia.

If you’ve never tried it, here’s our family-style Poha recipe:

  1. Rinse flattened rice (poha) lightly and keep aside.
  2. In a pan, heat oil, add mustard seeds, curry leaves, and green chillies.
  3. Toss in chopped onions, a pinch of turmeric, and salt.
  4. Peanuts are optional here.
  5. Add the poha and mix gently.
  6. Garnish with coriander, lemon juice, and some freshly chopped onions in case you want Kandha Poha.

Simple yet divine – that’s the magic of Indian breakfasts!

Shop, Study and a Little Bit of Devotion

After breakfast me and my elder one headed to our shop. As always, I began by cleaning the space and lighting the diya (lamp) – a small ritual that connects me to the divine energy of Lord Ganesha and Maa Lakshmi, this keeps the place positive. While I organized things, my daughter continued her preparation for the science test.

Afternoons are often quiet, and by lunchtime, we were ready for a break. None of us had the energy to cook, so we decided to step out for a hearty South Indian lunch.

A Hearty Lunch and Family Conversations

We found a cozy restaurant near by and ordered our favourites – Masala Dosa, Rava Idli, South Indian Meals, and Onion Dosa. Though my dish didn’t turn out as I expected, I still finished it with gratitude – after all, wasting food never feels right. Sometimes it’s not about the flavor, but about the time we spend together that truly satisfies the soul.

We returned home, the kids started playing while I dozed off for a quick 10-minute bean bag nap. My husband got back to his work calls, and the house buzzed with gentle chaos – laughter, typing sounds, and the smell of coffee brewing again.

Evening Calm and Waiting at the Shop

Evenings bring their own rhythm. After our coffee, I returned to the shop to attend to my client – a sweet 9-year-old girl. Helping her brought me so much joy; I love working with children because their innocence reminds me why I chose this path.

But soon after, the place fell silent. No more clients walked in. I waited until 9:0 PM, and finally decided to close for the day. By the time I pulled down the shutter, it was 9:45 PM. The roads were crowded because of the Maramma Jatre – a grand festival and funfair happening near our home.

The Divine Maramma Jatre

The Maramma Jatre is a 3-day festival that fills our neighbourhood with lights, sounds, and devotion. Thousands of people gather together to celebrate Goddess Maramma, believed to be an avatar of Maa Parvati, the embodiment of divine feminine energy.

Maramma represents the power to protect, heal, and destroy evil – a fierce yet motherly form of Shakti. The sight of devotees singing, dancing, and offering prayers is beyond words. It’s an experience that makes you feel small in front of divine power yet deeply connected to it.

Late-Night Fun and Childlike Joy

When I reached home, my kids were already bubbling with excitement, ready to visit the funfair. Though it was already 10:20 PM, we decided to go since it was just a minute away. The atmosphere was electric – bright lights, colourful music, cheerful music, aroma of roasted corn and cotton candy, and smiling faces everywhere.

We rode the toy train, played ring and ball games, and laughed endlessly. I must confess – I’m a little scared of these rides, but watching my kids enjoy made it all worth it. Sometimes courage means smiling through fear just to see your children’s happiness.

The kids also played with toy cars, won prizes, and insisted on buying a LED writing tab. On our way back, they spotted a small vendor selling Pepe wind instruments – loud, funny, and loved by every child. I used my bargaining skills here, and luckily the seller reduced the price since she didn’t have change to return.

We stood there for a few minutes, letting them enjoy the sound – because once home, it would be too late and the neighbours asleep. Their laughter echoed under the moonlight – that sound alone made the whole day worth living.

The Night Ends with Gratitude

By midnight, we were finally home. My husband and I had dinner together while the girls played for a while longer. Soon we had to gently convince (and then firmly insist!) them to sleep.

As I tucked them into bed, my mind reflected on the day – a simple day with ups and downs, only one client at the shop, tired feet, a few missteps, but hearts full of joy. Watching my kids sleep peacefully after such a happy night filled me with gratitude.

Sometimes, happiness isn’t grand plans or achievements. It’s in sharing coffee with your partner, watching your children laugh, tasting imperfect food with a full heart, and ending the day with divine blessings nearby.

Reflections

Life doesn’t always go as planned. Some days are busy, others quiet. But every day offers small miracles – if only we pause long enough to notice them.

From morning coffee to Maramma Jatre lights, from a single client to children’s laughter – this day was a gentle reminder that joy is never missing; we just need to see it differently.

https://karnatakatourism.org/festival/maramma-jatre/

A Day of Devotion and Grace

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A Day of Devotion and Grace: Finding Peace in Everyday Moments with Lord Ganesha

 

“When we walk with faith, even the simplest day becomes divine.”

Yesterday began differently. I woke up at 4.0 AM, when silence filled the house and the air carried that sacred stillness that only dawn holds. I had a pending work, so began early. Though I couldn’t plan everything perfectly, I reminded myself to start the day with gratitude and trust in the divine.

It was “Sankasta Chaturthi” and my fasting day. Sankasta Chaturthi, is a sacred day where we worship Lord Ganesha, fast for the full day, and in the evening once the moon raises, we do “Chandra and Lord Ganesha puja”. We break the fast post this puja. It is said, Lord Ganesha blesses the person with all the happiness and dissolves the negativity of our life.

I spent my morning time in cleaning the temple room, arranging everything for puja. With a small concern, my husband decided to bring the breakfast from outside. It wasn’t an ideal start, but somehow everything found it’s flow. I packed the lunch boxes, served food brought from outside, and made sure my husband and elder daughter ate well before leaving for the work and school.

As I watched them leave, a quiet peace settled in. Even when mornings get messy, a mother’s day always finds it’s rhythm – guided by love and faith.

Moments of Prayer and Gratitude

After they left my younger one woke up. We spent a little time together – laughing, talking softly, sharing those innocent morning smiles. Once she settled, we both went to the temple to take Lord Ganesha’s blessings.

Standing before Him, I felt a deep calmness flow through me. It was as if He whispered.

  • “Don’t worry, I’m here.”

On the way back, I picked up items for Ganesha puja.

A Mid Morning of Purity and Solitude

By 10.30 AM, we reached the shop and began to clean every corner. I polished the Ganesha idol with coconut oil, the idol is made of “BIDRI WORK” ( Bidri work is a traditional metal handicraft from Bidar, Karnataka, known for it’s stunning silver inlay on blackened alloy of zinc and copper. The process involves intricate engraving, silver inlaying, and oxidizing to create striking contrast. Symbolizing heritage, elegance, and skilled artistry, Bidriware is used in decor, jewelry, a gift, reflecting India’s timeless craftsmanship.

I performed the puja with devotion, offered banana, and waited quietly. No one joined me that afternoon, but I didn’t feel alone.

The silence itself became sacred. Maybe Ganesha wanted me to spend that time only in devotion – I felt a heart to heart connection with Him, in peace.

Later, I took my younger one home, fed her, and helped her sleep. Watching her peaceful little face filled my heart with gratitude.

Work, Fasting, and Motherly Duties

I opened my laptop to work. Since I was fasting, I only had some fruits in the afternoon. When my elder one returned from school, I was still at the laptop, balancing work and motherhood.

Later, I helped her for her Olympiad. She tried her best – her focus made me proud. In between, I prayed silently:

“May Ganesha bless her efforts and guide her steps.”

By evening, two of our neighbour girls came over. Their laughter filled the home, spreading joy like little sunbeams. We sat, talked, and shared a lighthearted time. Sometimes, happiness arrives unannounced – and it’s beautiful.

Night of Devotion and Rain Blessings

As night approached, I returned to my chores – arranging things, cleaning, preparing. I went to the shop again; one appointment case awaited me. Soon after, another couple dropped by needing help. I treated them and offered guidance.

Serving others felt like an extension of the day’s devotion – work as worship.

When I stepped out, the skies opened up.

It rained heavily – a cleansing rain, as if nature itself was blessing the earth. I rode home through the downpour, drenched but smiling. I bought some vegetables along, by the time I reached, I was completely soaked but happy.

I took  quick shower and prepared for the Ganesha puja. My husband, children, and I gathered around the altar. We lit the diya, performed Mangala Aarti, and offered modak, coconut.

The flame danced gently, reflecting on Ganesha’s serene face. In that moment, I felt very positive, emotional, calm, assuring and divine.

Reflection: The True Meaning of Devotion

The day wasn’t perfect – nothing ever is.

But I realized once again that devotion isn’t about perfection; it’s about sincerity. Every small act – cleaning, cooking, working, praying – becomes divine when done with awareness and love.

“When faith becomes part of our routine, even chaos turns into calm.”

At the end of the day, as I sat quietly, I felt both tired and fulfilled. Life is full of little tests and tiny blessings, and faith is what carries us through both.

Every ordinary day, when lived with love and surrender, becomes a sacred offering.

Final Thought

When we remember God in the middle of our daily responsibilities, He turns even the simplest tasks into prayers.

Let’s carry that calmness forward – because devotion isn’t somewhere outside us; it’s right  here, in the way we live, love, and serve.

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8. When Nothing Seems to Work, But Faith Holds You Strong

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When Nothing Seems to Work, But Faith Holds You Strong

 

Some mornings begin with a strange calmness – the kind that hides quite lessons within ordinary moments. My day started at 4.0 AM, just like every other day, with a routine so familiar it felt mechanical. Yet deep inside, I sensed that something about this day would feel different.

Early Morning: The Quiet Start

My elder daughter missed her swimming session today, and though it seemed like a small thing, it changed the rhythm of my morning. I prepared a simple breakfast and lunch box, packed everything neatly, and watched my husband and daughter head off to their respective places. As the door clicked shut, silence filled the room – a silence that both comforted and unsettled me.

To lift my spirits, I gave myself a little fashion uplift – sometimes, changing how you look changes how you feel. I sat down with my laptop, completed a few pending tasks, and then took my younger daughter along to my shop.

The first thing I always do there is cleaning and lighting the lamp. It’s more than a ritual; it’s my moment of connection with Lord Ganesha, my silent companion in every up and down of my personal and professional journey.

Late Morning: A Client and a clouded Mind

When Nothing Seems to Work

 

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After working working on my laptop for an hour, my first client arrived – a man who had pre-booked an appointment. For the next two hours, I poured my effort, skill, and focus into the treatment. It felt good to be productive, but once he left, an uncomfortable reality returned.

There was another client – one who had taken a big service and never paid. The money he owned wasn’t just a number; it was what I needed to pay others who trusted me. I dialed his number again and again, but there was only silence. That silence echoed deep inside me, reminding me how fragile small business can be.

Afternoon: Routine and Restlessness

When I got home, my younger daughter was sleepy. I tucked her in for a nap and continued my household chores – the never-ending cycle of folding clothes, arranging things, and cleaning corners. My elder one came back from school, cheerful as ever, and practiced a bit of skating. Her energy filled the house, and for a brief while, I forgot the stress of the day.

But as the afternoon turned into evening, my headache worsened. My thoughts kept circling to my shop – the quiet rooms, the empty chairs, the dwindling number of clients. Running a shop is not just about business;  it’s about emotional endurance. Each empty day feels like a silent test of faith.

Evening: Small Signs of Hope

By the time evening arrived, only one person came by the clinic. He needed pain medication but didn’t take any treatment. Still, I helped him the best I could. There were no big earnings that day, no new bookings.

But yesterday, something interesting had happened – two young girls had come to me asking for a job at the clinic. They wanted to earn, assist, and grow. That small interaction stayed with me. Maybe it was a sign of new beginnings, a reminder from Lord Ganesha that not all growth is visible right away.

Night: Silence and Faith

I closed the shop early that night, around 9 PM, and went home. My husband and I shared a quite dinner together. After that, I spent I spent some time with my darling daughters before tucking them into bed. The house soon became still, but sleep refused to come to me.

My mind replayed every moment – the early morning rush, the quiet shop, the unpaid client, the headache, the uncertainty. Yet, beneath all that worry, there was a calm inner voice whispered – Trust the process.

I looked at the small Ganesha idol on my bedside table and whispered a prayer.

“Dear Lord, guide me through this. Give me strength to wait and faith to believe.”

Sometimes, that’s all we can do – wait, trust, and move forward one step at a time.

Reflections: What This Day Taught Me

Running a business, managing a home, raising kids – it’s not easy. There are days when you feel powerful, and there are days when everything feels like it’s slipping away.

But I’ve realized something important; Faith is not just belief in God- it’s belief in yourself. It’s knowing that every setback is temporary and that divine timing has its own logic.

Even though my shop was quiet, even though I was tired and disheartened, there were blessings scattered throughout the day –

  • My daughters laughter.
  • The peace of my morning puja.
  • The two girls looking for work, bringing new energy.
  • The quite dinner with my husband.

These little things might seem ordinary, but they’re the threads that keep life beautifully stitched together.

Closing Thoughts: Trust the Timing

I know that tomorrow will begin again at 4:30 AM – with alarms, cooking, packing, and rushing. I’ll go back to the shop, clean, light the lamp, and start once more. Because that’s what faith teaches us: to rise again, even when the world seems still.

Maybe business will improve, maybe it will take time – but I know Lord Ganesha is listening. I just need to keep working, keep praying, and keep believing.

For now, I rest in the comfort of that belief – that every quiet day is only a pause before a louder, brighter tomorrow.

One Thing To Help You Grow Strong in Faith When Everything Seems Hopeless” — an uplifting faith article showing how holding onto faith anchors you even in the hardest storms. http://Read the full devotional on Medium (Faith in Hard Times)

7.When Faith Lights the Lamp: A Day Blessed by Lord Ganesha

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 When Faith Lights the Lamp: A Day Blessed by Lord Ganesha

 

Morning Grace and Divine Blessings

The day began a little later than usual – I opened my eyes at 5 a. m. instead of my usual meditation hour. For a moment, I felt a wave of guilt, but I soon reminded myself that Lord Ganesha’s blessings flow at all times, not just during meditation.

So, with that faith and devotion in my heart, I sat quietly for a few minutes, expressing gratitude and whispering, “Whatever time you give me, my Lord, I’ll fill it with love.”

The stillness of dawn turned into gentle movement as I began working on my laptop. Soon after, my elder daughter and husband woke up to get ready for their swimming session. While they were away, my world revolved around morning preparations – breakfast, lunch box, ironing clothes, and arranging things for their day.

Every small act felt sacred, like an offering to the divine through my family. When they returned, they got freshen up and offered Surya Arghya – water to the rising Sun – and prayed together. My heart felt lighter. Faith filled the home. My elder one and her father left for school and office respectively. I whispered , “Ganesha, guide them today.”

The Joy of Simple Devotion

Once my younger daughter woke up, her laughter filled the home. She played while I squeezed in bits of work between her giggles. Later, we both prayed together, a ritual that centres my soul every day.

I packed her bag with her favourite snacks – fresh pomegranate and a few dates – and we headed towards my shop. Before lighting the lamp there, I cleaned every corner. Since few days, I feel cleaning is also a form of prayer. It’s about preparing the space for positive energy and divine guidance to flow freely.

As the golden flame flickered before Ganesha’s idol, I said softly, “Remove all obstacles, bless this place, and guide every person who enters here.”

The Divine Sign Through a Client

That morning, two clients came in. I treated them with full attention, offering my best not just as a professional but as someone doing seva – selfless service.

One of them worriedly mentioned something that caught my heart. He said, “Your shop board isn’t visible. People nearby don’t even know such a place exists.”

In that moment, I felt an inner click – a divine whisper from Lord Ganesha himself. The remover of obstacles was gently showing me the hidden one. I smiled in gratitude, my eyes were filled with tears.

The client suddenly asked, “What happened? Did I say anything wrong?

I turned back to him and said, “The shop here exists since 9 years, and every other shop person had come here to introduce themselves. My place used to be full of clients, waiting for their turn. Recently since a year, even I felt weird that everybody was behaving as if I don’t exist here at all. I ended facing employees leaving the job here and not turning back. There was no client flow, it just stopped suddenly. Even if someone would enter then they would go back taking the services for free. Now I am the only worker here, who owns the shop and renders the services to the clients.”

The client was shocked to here this. His wife after the treatment said, “God bless you”. For months, I’ve faced hurdles – financial struggles, emotional, exhaustion, and low footfall at my shop. Despite good services, people took advantage, and the flow of clients almost stopped. But yesterday, something changed. I felt faith turning into action – a subtle yet powerful transformation.

Faith, Energy, and Universe Support

I don’t know if it’s the spiritual bracelet my friend suggested, the upcoming Sarpa Pooja for family peace, or simply Lord Ganesha’s grace – but everything seems to be aligning now.

Even my friend who guided me about the stones and prayers feels heaven-sent. Her advice comes at the right time, like divine instructions whispered through kind people.

Every block is revealing itself. Every problem is showing it’s solution. Truly, when you trust the universe, it responds with miracles.

Home, Harmony, and Healing

By noon, I returned home. My younger one slept peacefully, giving me time to clean up the house – the chores I couldn’t finish earlier. As I cooked lunch, I felt gratitude flow through each simple act – stirring food, wiping a counter, folding a dress.

When my elder daughter came back from school, both kids sat for lunch. Like every mother, I had to lovingly persuade them to eat. Parenting, I’ve realized, is also a divine duty – and surrender.

Evening arrived with laughter and learning. My daughter practiced skating, gliding beautifully on the street, while I stood smiling with pride. Though I dream of enrolling her in MMA, tennis, or professional skating, for now, I teach her what I can. And she learns with faith – just like me.

Evening Prayers and the Flame of Hope

At dusk, we lit the evening lamp together. The house glowed with golden light, and my heart whispered, “Thank you, Lord Ganesh, for another day of your blessings.”

After prayers, we played “Catch me if you can,” laughter echoing through the walls. Soon my husband returned from work with warm fritters and a tired smile. We shared tea, small talk, and quiet gratitude.

The Night of Reflection and Divine Peace

That night, I went back to the shop. A man came in with his mother, suffering from complications due to bad treatment elsewhere. The session took nearly three hours. Every moment, I prayed silently, “Let your healing flow through my hands, Ganesha.”

After the session, as I gave him care instructions, his mother blessed me. I felt the divine touch again.

While cleaning up, a relative called – someone I hadn’t spoken to in a long time. We talked for an hour while I finished my tasks. Maybe even that was Ganesha’s way of reconnecting bonds that had faded.

By midnight, after tidying up and placing everything in order, I went to bed. My husband’s friend had dropped by, and they chatted briefly. When the lights finally went out, a soft, peaceful silence filled the air.

Faith That Shines Through Darkness

Before sleep took over, I could feel something beautiful around me – positivity, calmness, and divine protection. It felt like Ganesha’s gentle presence whispering, “You’re not alone; I’m clearing your path.”

Maybe I closed my eyes, I said softly: “Om Gan Ganapataye Namaha. Thank you for guiding me, blessing me, and reminding me that when faith lights the lamp, no darkness can stay.”

 

Final Thought

Faith is not about everything being perfect. It’s about believing that everything is happening perfectly – according to divine timing.

If you believe in divine magic, share this story with someone who needs hope and light today.

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6. When Patience Meets Motherhood

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When Patience Meets Motherhood

 

The day began before sunrise, just like most of my days do. The quiet hours of early morning have always been my space – a moment to meditate, to breathe, to gather the strength I need before the storm of motherhood begins. The calmness of dawn feels sacred, almost like a gentle whisper from the universe reminding me that no matter what comes next, I can handle it.

Soon, the stillness broke – it was a holiday for my elder one. I work both my little girls, and the day officially began. Getting them ready, packing breakfast, preparing milk – everything seemed like a race against time. We were already running late, thanks to sleepy eyes, lazy movements, and endless questions that had no real answers. Kids curiosity is beautiful, yes, but sometimes it just circles around nothing, absolutely nothing, yet demands all my energy.

Before heading to the shop, we made a short stop at our beloved Ganesha temple. We offered our prayers, took His blessings, and asked for the same thing every day – strength, peace, and patience. I could already sense that I would need plenty of it.

The moment we reached the shop, I received a call from a client who was already waiting. Without wasting a second, I jumped into action – cleaned the place, set things in order, and prepared for the treatment. Just as I was about to light the lamp, he arrived. Work mode activated, mom mode on pause – at least for a while.

As I treated him, I noticed his calm expression, his comfort, and his gratitude. It reminded me why I love what I do – healing, helping, and making people feel better. He left with a smile that made the tired morning worth it.

But even during the season, my other role never paused – “Girls, please eat your breakfast.” “Just two bites more.” “Please sit and finish it.” My words floated around them like background music they didn’t care to listen to. They barely a few spoonful before getting distracted again. Sometimes, being a mother feels like performing on repeat – same dialogues, same emotions, every single day.

After the client left, I lit the lamp, prayed silently, and fed my girls whatever I could. Once peace returned to the space, I sat down with my laptop and completed a few tasks before heading back home for lunch.

The rhythm of the day continued – cooking, feeding, cleaning, helping my elder one with homework, and managing the little one’s energy. Once lunch was over, the house finally felt quiet. The younger one drifted into a nap, and I took the elder one outside i the compound for her skating practice. The sun was soft, the air gentle, and she glided beautifully – every turn and every fall filled me with pride. She’s learning, improving, and trying – that’s all I ever wish for her.

Just as her two-hour practice was about to end, the little devil of our house woke up. I made milk for both, got them freshened up, and together we lit the evening lamp – a ritual that feels like the heart of our home. Their father returned soon after, carrying a brand-new trekking bag. The girls eyes sparkled with excitement. Such small surprises turn into big celebrations for them, and their laughter filled the house like music.

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Evening turned into night, and it was time for my elder one’s online class. We had tea together, exchanged small smiles, and I again left for the shop to attend two more clients. It was almost 10 p.m. when I returned home – exhausted but still with that invisible energy mothers somehow find.

But the sight that awaited me wasn’t comforting. The kids were still awake. My heart sank – my elder one had school the next morning and swimming practice before that. She needed rest, not another late night. And just when I thought could I could calmly put them to bed, I saw it – my younger one had smeared mehendi all over her brand-new, beautiful dress. It was ruined. My patience, too, was hanging by a thread.

In that moment, the calm mother inside me gave way to frustration. I scolded her, even gave her a couple of light smacks – not out of anger, but helplessness. The constant cleaning, the messes, the ignored requests, the chaos – it all came together like a wave I couldn’t control.

After that, I didn’t speak. I simply lay beside them in silence. The guilt followed, as it always does. The quite heaviness mothers know too well – when you ask yourself, “Am I doing something wrong? Why don’t they listen? Why do they take everything for granted?”

As they drifted to sleep, I stared at the ceiling, searching for answers that never come easily. Maybe it’s not them; maybe it’s me expecting too much too soon. Maybe they’re just being kids, living freely, testing boundaries, exploring the world in ways that seem messy but are part of their growth.

I reminded myself that motherhood isn’t about perfection,; it’s about patience. It’s about falling apart quietly at night and still waking up the next morning ready to love, guide, and teach again, and teach again. Every mistake – theirs or mine – is just another page in the story we’re building together.

So, before I close my eyes, I decided to start fresh the next day. I’ve been thinking of trying a new way – something softer, something calmer. Not punishment, not control – but understanding. Because sometimes, children don’t need to be told more; they just need to be heard better.

Tomorrow, i’ii share what I’ve started with – a new approach, a new energy, and maybe, a new version of “me” as a mother. Because even on the most chaotic days, love is always the answer we circle back to.

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/basics/parenting

5. A Day in My Life: Empowered, Balancing Work, Motherhood, and Self

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A Day in My Life

 

The alarm buzzes at 4.30 a.m., long before the world outside even begins to stir. For me, it’s not just the start of another day – it’s the beginning of a new chapter filled with responsibilities, emotions, challenges, and small joys that make life meaningful.

My mornings begin with a few minutes of quite meditation – a sacred time to  collect my thoughts and strengthen my mind before diving into the chaos ahead. Then comes the inevitable list of household chores: cleaning the house, folding the clothes, and ensuring everything looks somewhat organized before the day takes over.

Soon, I gently wake up my elder kid. It’s time for her morning exercise before school. She’s still half-asleep, but with a bit of encouragement – and with a few mom tricks that only years of experience can teach – she gets moving. As she finishes her routine, I rush to prepare breakfast and pack lunch boxes, making sure everyone gets something warm and healthy before they step out for the day.

By the time my husband and elder daughter leave for work and school, respectively, the house grows momentarily quite. And that’s exactly when my younger daughter wakes up. With her messy hair and sleepy smile, she greets me with a cheerful “Good morning.” and just like that, my heart feels full again. We wish each other a happy day, and a new set of adventures begins.

She is an absolute delight – playful, curious, and full of energy – until it’s time to eat. Like every other Indian mother, I sometimes rely on a bit of “Mumma’s magic” to make mealtime happen. Whether it’s turning food into stories or sneaking in a bite between her joys, feeding her is always an event in itself.

After breakfast, it’s bath time and prayers. Together, we fold our hands before the divine, chanting softly, asking for strength and positivity for the day ahead. Once our morning rituals are done, I pack her little bag – a few snacks, water, and things she might need – and we’re ready to leave for the shop.

However, this particular morning wasn’t as smooth as planned. I had been rearranging cupboards and moving heavy items around for a complete energy shift in the house- something I do once in a while to bring freshness and positivity into our home. In the middle of all this, the toilet flush broke, and the plumber arrived right when I was preparing to leave. He took almost an hour to fix it. By the time he left, I was already late for work, worried about the low petrol level in my scooter, and hoping it wouldn’t run out on the way.

Finally, we reached the shop. The first thing I did was clean the space, light a small lamp, and pray to Lord Ganesha. As if he had been listening, a customer arrived just then – the first of the day. It felt like a gentle sigh of reassurance from the universe that despite the chaos, everything was going to be fine.

By 2 p.m., it was time to return home. My younger one fell asleep during the ride back and continued her nap after reaching home. I quietly began preparing lunch, realizing I had skipped breakfast entirely. Once the food was ready, I sat down for a few peaceful minutes and ate my first meal of the day.

But peace never lasts long in a mother’s world. I soon got up to resume cleaning the house – the same one I had left in disarray that morning. By the time everything started looking decent again, my elder daughter returned from school, and my younger one woke up. We greeted each other with hugs and laughter, filling the room with warmth once more. I served them lunch, listened tp their stories, and helped them settle down before getting back to my own pending work. We even made a bathing soap for the kids.

The truth is, my back has been hurting severely for a week, but slowing down isn’t an option. With no one else to help at home or at the shop, I’ve learned to push through the pain and keep going. That’s the thing about motherhood- it teaches endurance beyond imagination.

Evening soon arrives, and it’s time to light the evening lamp. The soft glow and fragrance of incense bring calmness after the day’s rush. Around this time, my husband returns home from work. We sit together for a short tea break while the kids enjoy their milk. Those few minutes of shared silence, laughter, or random conversation feel like a luxury.

Then, I leave for the shop again, entrusting the kids to their father’s care. He handles the evening routine – assisting our elder daughter with  her online classes, dealing with the younger one’s playful tantrums, and preparing dinner. Sometimes I cook dinner before heading out; other times, he manages it all himself. We both do our best to balance work and parenting, even when exhaustion creeps in.

By the time I return home, it’s usually around 10 or 10.30p.m Most nights, the kids are already fast asleep. I quietly enter the room, kiss their foreheads, and whisper a small prayer of gratitude. Then, I have my dinner- alone but content – knowing that  everyone is safe and cared for.

If my body allows, I spend some time on the laptop – responding to messages, managing tasks, or writing my thoughts. If fatigue wins, I simply close my eyes and surrender to sleep, ready to repeat it all again the next morning.

The Rhythm of Responsibility and Love

 

Some might call it monotonous routine, but for me, it’s a rhythm – a symphony of love, duty, and faith. Every broken flush, skipped breakfast, backache, and sleepless nights adds to the melody of a mother’s life. It’s not easy, but within the chaos, there’s strange kind of peace – a satisfaction that comes from knowing you’re doing your best for your family.

Each day, I wake up with determination, even when my body protests. I push through because my daughters look up to me, my husband needs my presence around, and my dreams still whisper from the background, asking for their turn to shine.

Yes, I get tired. Yes, sometimes tears roll down quietly when no one’s watching. But the next morning, I rise again at 4.30 a.m., light a lamp, whisper a prayer, and step forward with renewed hope. Because that’s what life – and motherhood – truly is: not perfection, but persistence. I feel empowered with all the circumstances, situations, and happenings around me.

https://www.motherhoodcenter.com/balancing-motherhood-and-work