one
day
maybe
I’ll wake up
and realize that
it was just a dream and move on
In response toReena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 19
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 19
Welcome to the last challenge of 2017! S.M.A.R.T The acronym had first appeared in the November, 1981 issue of Management Review by George T. Doran. SMART (Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic and Time-Bound) is commonly attributed to Management By Objectives by Peter Drucker. Thank you, Mr. Doran and Mr. Drucker, for limiting human thought to the … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 19
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 18
My life is trial and error
Even though sometimes it’s a blur
And I don’t have all the answer
Even I search them in acre
I have to survive come what may
I play, pray, avoid to be prey
The role of a wife and mother
A daughter, sister or actor
All these roles I take with ardour
Even when I don’t have armour
Not perfect but I do my best
I am grateful for I’m blessed
No grief nor regret to move on
Even though my youth is all gone
I am pleased to have found my khan
All heartaches and mistakes bygone
A sense of contentment for me
Welcome and thankful that’s the key*
(c) ladyleemanila 2017
* LaCharta
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NO LOOKING BACK
By Neel Anil Panicker
I am Pooja. Pooja Sethi in an earlier avatar, and Pooja Matrani in an avatar before that. This is my story. The story of my life. The story of the different Poojas that I was and the slow but steady metamorphosis into the Pooja that I am today.
I began life some forty years back as Pooja Matrani. I was the second of three children. My father was a government servant employed with the Ministry of Urban Development Affairs.
We lived here, in the heart of Delhi, at RK Puram, in a comfy three room government accommodation. My parents, both Sindhis had migrated from undivided Punjab at the time of Partition. My mother was a Matriculate, which in her time, was a big thing, considering that education was something that was a prized commodity, something which was considered of value only…
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