Indian American Love Child

It is a strange feeling to make someone part of your life, and then excommunicate them. I always felt that way. You know someone intimately, in more ways then one, and then all of sudden they are a nobody in your life. It just doesn't seem right. I think this is probably one of the reasons why I am on good terms with almost everyone I dated...because you can't go from caring so much, to not caring at all, it almost feels like you never truly cared to begin with. But what if you meet that one person, and you don't know if caring for them, will prevent you from ever caring for someone else.  What does one do?? Can you really do anything except let go? The truth of the matter is I have no choice. My heart is so open, so ready to love and be loved, and so ready to give selflessly. But I want to share my heart with someone who is willing to the same. It was my own personal foible to care for someone, without any recognition of their feelings for me. Going forward my heart, my

A woman always has a special relationship with her mother. She is the first person we try to emulate. She is our supporter, our mentor, and our friend. Sometimes our relationship is tumultuous, other times effortless and gracious, but always and forever, it is bound by love. She is the woman that gave us life, and if you are as lucky as me, she is the woman that showed you how to live it too.  This past week marked the 50th birthday of the most remarkable woman I know, my mom. Everything I am, and anything I have ever achieved, can be in some way attributed to her. In fact, I always tell people, I will be very lucky if I turn out to be even half the woman she is. She has many wonderful qualities, but the ones I love, admire, and hope to adopt the most are her resilience, spontaneity, integrity, compassion, and vivaciousness. To celebrate and commemorate these qualities, I have decided to share five stories that really capture the essence and spirit of my mother.  My mother came