Red riddle

She came into the world 

With a faint cry

Her eyes shined through the baby quilt 

Her smile spread joy all over

Peals of laughter 

Patter of her tiny feet

Happiness flowing

Like a waterfall

 Her youth heralded

By the red trickle

Forbidden now to giggle

Boundaries drawn

A five day period ostracism 

Eclipsed from fun prism

Empowered to bring in a new life

But her own life became a riddle.

– Pradnya Surve


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Written by Pradnya Surve

A child counsellor and teacher, enjoyed every moment of motherhood
My Masters degree in Child Development and Family Relations is a value addition to a basic affinity towards people

Reading and writing is passion inherited from my family who were voracious readers, lovers of art and theatre

I am fortunate to nurture my interests having a life partner with similar interests. My children too are taking forward the legacy

Proud to be associated with Artoonsinn which is family for me

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