"She is my Son" uttered a proud father of a daughter as she was doing everything in her life which is only expected to be done by a son. This may sound like quite an achievement for the girl daughter but this sentiment has a darker side attached to it. Let me explain. I was born in 20th Century. It was... Continue Reading →
I have always heard about Christmas. Since I was born in a family of different cultural beliefs, it was not celebrated in my family but its charm always made me sing Christmas Carols, dressed up in something warm red, felt like Santa is descending from North Pole riding his reindeer sleigh. Christmas is a type... Continue Reading →
