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My Philosophy of Freedom – What freedom Means to me? Freedom is such a broad term. Each being on earth has its own kind of freedom.

I never thought of freedom as a term in itself apart from having freedom of choice. But while I was collecting thoughts on writing this post, I realised how freedom had different meaning over the years.

As a child, freedom was all about self rule. I wanted to have my own rules for play time, eating, studying.

As a teenager freedom was all about having my choice. Hanging out with friends without permission, wearing clothes of my choice, making friends of my choice – my mom use to hold me back from making friends with some people 😬

At 20 I had chosen a life partner and I wanted the freedom to hang out with him, marry him. I wanted freedom to work and be self independent. Freedom was about independence then. 💁🏼

Years passed by like this and now I Realise freedom is all about being responsible and taking the responsibility of what you choose.
To me freedom now and even in the past was having my own choice and be responsible for the same.

When one has freedom – He/she takes responsibility and learns in the process.

As a child when my mom asked me to travel alone ti school or nani house –  I got the freedom to travel and in the process I learnt to travel independently.

At 20, When I chose the guy to get married, I knew in future whatever good/ bad happens will be because I chose him. thankfully my days are good. 😂

As a mother, freedom is all about being urself and following ur mommy gut feeling. I recommend to all the new moms, please follow your instincts thats the best teacher and give you the much needed freedom from the world advises. (let me tell you there are 569383). 😴 So when I follow my own thoughts/gut/instincts I am responsible for whatever good/bad happens. Motherhood has taught me a lot in the process.

As a whole being myself, freedom is not having the necessity to rebel 🙅 over anything. Freedom is all about having a rhythm in life and absolutely be in love with it – I am struggling hard to get in to a rhythm.

What are your thoughts on freedom?

This blog post is a part of #LetsDiscussFreedom Blogathon. I would like to thank Veena from thereadingmomster  for introducing me. I would now like to introduce Alpana from mothersgurukul and suggest you to read her views on the prompt, ‘What Does  Freedom Mean To You’.


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Sesame Ladoos -TIL Ladoos for Makar Sankranti


Sankranti is the harevest festival all over India. It is the harvest festival which is marked by the Sun’s shifting position. The celebration of Makar Sankranti coincides with many other festivals called the Lohri in Punjab, Pongal in Tamil Nadu and Bhogali Bihu in Assam.


Each festival in India has it own delicacies. Like Christmas is incomplete without cakes and brownies, Makar Sankranti is incomplete without sesame Ladoos.

Sesame Ladoos in itself are very healthy. I have tried to make it even healthier by removing the Gud, ghee and added dates instead. And like always this is also a quick recipe.



  • 1/2 cup peanuts
  • 1/2 cup sesame seeds
  • 1 cup seedless dates
  • 1/4 tbsp elaichi / cardamom powder


  • Dry roast peanuts and sesame seeds separately. 


  • Coarsely ground them together and then add cardamom powder and dates.


  • Mix them well and make balls.

  • Sprinkle some sesame seeds on top and it’s ready.

Isn’t it easy? Try it for your self, your baby and family and let me know how you like it.

Additionaly I may like to share with you that each 100 grams of sesame seeds has 1130mg of calcium content as compared to 120mg in milk. Isn’t this amazing.

You may also like to try Vegan Raw Choclate Brownie. 

Kindly forgive the typos in the post. #momslife





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The Journey from a Mother’s Womb to God’s Womb – The World

It brings me immense pleasure to share that I, along with 24 other bloggers are celebrating #9daysofwomanhood throughout Navratri. I thank Jasmeet Kaur for introducing me. Read her blog mommyvoyage.I have followed her throughout my pregnancy days and even now.

I am loving the prompts this blogathon is giving me from being a woman to why its fun to be a girl and now towards my pregnancy days, delivery and baby. Todays prompt is “My Deivery and My Baby”. I have been thinking since some time to record my delivery and this prompt has given me the opportunity for the same.

Before we conceived, we wanted him, once we conceived we wanted to feel those movements, before we delivered we were in love with him and were dying to see him. It was a beautiful journey where we fell in love with someone whom we didn’t even know.

I am referring to my Baby as ‘him’ because it’s a boy and I know and I have no intentions of gender biasness.

This beautiful journey ended with a planned C-Section on 21st of July, 2017. I had a very pleasant and relaxed pregnancy and thankfully so was my delivery. I went out for dinners and meets even four days prior to my delivery. You may like to read on My pregnancy outfits here

We left home in the morning around 9, visited the temple and took blessing from the Lord. We were elavated and skittish at the same time. I entered the hospital and got in to the process of changing and getting ready for the operation. In no time I was ready and laid on the hospital bed. There were several doctors, nurses there getting things prepped before the main Dr. arrived. I was full of mixed emotions.

The doctors were prepared and I was given anaesthesia. I was fortunate as I was in expert hands and I didn’t even realise the anaesthesia was given. I actually had to ask her, If it was done or are we still to do it. And to my surprise she said it was done. So in a while I started feeling giddy and was losing control over my body. (you Know I actually loved this feeling now I know what it feels to get dunked, LOL). I could see the entire process from the ceiling which had a mirror like thing. The doctors were talking to each other, “Our decision for the planned C-Section was right.”. I felt so positive, I had taken the right decision. And there the Dr. announced “IT’S A BOY, CONGRATUALTIONS!!!”.

The moment was euphoric. The nurse showed me by pink baby and that feeling of joy was abundant. Soon, the baby was taken for a wash and I was still laid on the bed while the doctors completed the process.

I could see and hear everything but had no energy to reply. I was taken to one of the hospital rooms where my family was waiting for me. It took me an hour or so to get back to my normal self that is come out of giddiness. Since then I was wide awake and met and spoke to all the visitors. I went to sleep only in the night. I had no pain, no giddiness nothing at all. The birth of my baby took away all the pain or the doctors painkillers worked very well on my body.

The doctors advised me to try turning on the first day. I was asked to stand up and walk the second day, thats when I felt a little pain but I think that much pain has to expected. But frankly, I kept calling my husband as he was away the second day to come and relieve me from the pain. I know he couldn’t do much but that positive talks and words by him made me feel good and I tried to get as relaxed as I could. While I pen down this experience the memories are being revived and I now realise how deeply I was touched by his caring attitude and how he gives me reasons enough to love him more with each passing years.

The third day, I could walk with very minute pain and on the fourth day I was home with my baby in my arms.

Now, I can go on and on, but I better stop here with this quote.

The pain of childbirth is not remembered. It’s the child that’s remembered.

-Freeman Dyson

buy the stars lyrics I would like to introduce you to my  friend & co-blogger Khyati Gulati Tewari. Read her post on the prompt for today here.

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