To You I Belong

OK, if this is a wrong picture for the festive season, please accept my heartfelt apologies. I fell in love with the picture really, that I clicked at the insistence of a friend. There is something painful yet soothing about the entire scene. I haven’t really understood why a rosary needs to have a cross….

Melt Away the Pain

The St. Micheal’s Church opens its doors to commoners for Novena services every Wednesday. My Ma always tells me that both my brother and I were gifts she received from Mother Mary. Needless to say, I’m mommies’ little girl and a lot of my life’s convictions comes from the strength my mother brings out. So…

Harmony in the Mind!

Growing up, my mom never forced religious beliefs on us. And being Hindus studying at Convent Schools, we learnt to practice our religion and respect beliefs of another too. I remember picking up small plastic decorations for a shimmering little fake Christmas tree. In fact it was a practice to add at least one new…

Weekly Photo Challenge: Waiting

When the year ends, a new hope comes by. Growing up in a convent school, we always used to look forward to the Christmas Party. We could wear our best dresses and got ice cream to eat during class hours! And then we’d sneak into the school chapel to see the crib. As I wish…