🧬 🌿Genes Speak Silently

It was when my daughter was hardly nine months old . She is Gen Z.

One of my brothers, who was working in Northern India, visited our home for the first time after my little one was born. I was so happy and excited  and prepared a special lunch  for him with love.

 

After lunch, my brother relaxed on a cane chair , sharing stories about his work and life challenges. Meanwhile, my little daughter was busy playing around — crawling, sitting, and exploring her toys scattered on the floor .

 

As my brother spoke with hand movements , she watched him curiously — eyes wide, as if trying to read his gestures. Then suddenly, she reached out and held his hand. My brother smiled, lifted her up, and placed her on his lap.

 

To my surprise, she sat there comfortably — calm, happy, and playful . Until that day, she had never gone to anyone so easily except a few close ones.

 

That moment truly amazed me. It felt as though she had recognized something beyond faces and voices — perhaps the unspoken language of genes, his body language and the warmth of her mother’s brother. Maybe that’s why she felt so safe and connected .

 

Indeed, genes have their own silent strength — a bond that speaks without words. . A truly unspoken bond.

--Devi BS

😋🍽️The Restaurant memory that still brings smiles 😊 😊

Back in 1996, right after I got engaged — after conveniently missing two previous meet ups for coffee with my fiancé — I finally showed up to meet him one day evening after the work. We met near a bus stop and drove on a mini scooter to a nearby restaurant for some quiet coffee and chatter.

We were happily chatting away, stealing glances and giggles, when suddenly... I spotted a man who looked suspiciously like my would-be father-in-law. 

 

I nudged my fiancé.

"Hey, look behind you... is that your dad?"

 

He laughed it off.

"No way! My dad? In a restaurant? Never! He' is at home."

 

I tried to stay calm, but my inner radar said otherwise.

"Please! Just look once..."

 

After a few dramatic eye rolls and reluctant neck-twisting, he turned around... and his eyes widened like saucers. It was his dad! 

 

Cue the awkward silence, fast sipping, and record-breaking coffee-finishing speed. 

 

Without a word, my fiancé got up and dutifully went to drop his dad at the bus stop. Like a good son... and a busted fiancé.

 

And me? I sat there trying not to burst into laughter. But oh, who was I kidding — I laughed the moment he stepped out   , thinking of what a coincidence it is.

 

Later, after our wedding, this turned into a legendary family tale.

Anytime someone mentioned going out to a restaurant or hotel, my father-in-law would shoot me a teasing smile and say, “I still remember the restaurant you both were there”  .

Friends, did you ever had such experience? I'm sure my story would bring smiles in you recollecting yours.

 

--Devi BS

 

🚲🌈🚲A Toddler’s Cycle Dream Come True

It was before year 2000, when my little daughter was just 2 years old . Like every doting parent, we dreamed of giving her the best, and of course, toys were always part of that dream . Her most desired one — a shiny little cycle! 

 But her dad, being the careful chooser he is, kept postponing it — “Let’s check one more shop,” he would say . We did a few rounds of window shopping and came back empty-handed each time, not realizing our tiny tot’s wish was growing stronger with every passing visit .

 

One weekend, we went on a long drive in our mini-scooter  — my husband riding, me as the pillion, and our daughter snugly sitting on my lap. The front space was filled with her snacks, food, and a tiny pair of clothes .

 

As we neared Ameerpet, Hyderabad, a street full of cycle stores, I quickly whispered to my husband to stay alert . Just then, she spotted the colorful cycles and began shouting in her cute, high-pitched voice —

“Daddy, Cycle! Daddy, Cycle! Daddy, Cycle!” 

 

Her dad sped up a little, and the faster he rode, the faster she shouted — “Daaaaddy, Cycleeee!”  The whole scene was hilarious — her excitement rising, his speed increasing, and me holding her tightly, laughing uncontrollably!  That day still makes me giggle whenever I recall it.

 

A few days later, we finally brought home her dream cycle . Her eyes sparkled with pure joy . And then came the funniest surprise — she ran to the cycle, tilted it sideways, and tried to start it with an imaginary key, just like her dad did with the scooter! 

 

That moment made us realize — our tiny girl wasn’t just cute, she was super observant and incredibly smart! .

--Devi BS

 

✨A Surprise in Disguise✨

It was the second half of my daughter’s 3️⃣rd-class academic year. At that time, I was working in an international organization located nearly 40 km away from home 🏢🚗. Thankfully, my daughter’s school 🏫 was just 2.5 km from our house 🏠, with her childcare center, tuition, and music class 🎵—all neatly tucked within half a kilometer’s circle. Everything was perfectly scheduled ⏰ every day for her pick up and drop, until one ordinary afternoon turned into a day of shock, surprise, and divine twist 🙏.

As usual, around 3:30 p.m., I called the lady at the childcare center to confirm if my daughter had reached. To my surprise—and soon, to my panic—she said, “No, not yet.” 😨

My heart skipped a beat 💓. I immediately tried calling the auto rickshaw driver 🚘 who usually picked her up—but there was no response 📵. I checked with our apartment watchman 👮‍♂️, hoping she might have reached home by chance. But again—no.

Minutes turned into hours ⏳. My husband and I began calling everyone we could—school, friends, nearby parents—but no clue 🕵️‍♀️. I was just about to leave the office, panic rising, when my phone finally rang ☎️.

It was the childcare lady.

Her voice brought instant relief—

“My dear, your daughter just reached 😅. She was dropped by her classmate’s father 👨‍👧 who happened to see her walking alone 🚶‍♀️ on the road, about half a kilometer from school.”

That one sentence melted all our anxiety into tears of gratitude 😭🙏. We heaved a deep sigh of relief and silently thanked God for sending help in such a miraculous way 🌟.

Later in the evening 🌇, when we gently asked our daughter why she had walked alone, she smiled innocently 😊 and said nothing. We guessed the auto driver hadn’t turned up and she might have started walking, thinking she could manage like the older kids 👧🎒.

That day reminded us that even in moments of panic, a divine hand often appears—sometimes in the form of a kind stranger who simply chooses to stop and help 💫

--.Devi BS

👨‍👦✨ Tall and the Tiny Surprise 👨‍👦✨”

Just last week, while heading to office in an auto 🚕, I spotted something that made my morning brighter ☀️.

From a small lane, out came a super tall man 👨‍🦰 — honestly, he looked like he could touch the clouds ☁️ — and beside him, a tiny tot 👶, probably two years old, walking hand in hand.

But wait — here came the funny twist 😄.

The dad was wearing half-pants, while his little boy wore full pants jeans, carefully folded at the ends 👖👕. It was as if they had swapped wardrobes by mistake!

The father, lost in his mobile 📱, was being guided by his little one — yes, the toddler leading the giant! 🚸

As my auto paused for a second, I couldn’t help smiling 😊 at the cute irony of life — how the tiniest hands sometimes lead the tallest ones 💫. The little boy noticed my smile and grinned back 😄, and I could see the father realizing my observation too, with a shy chuckle.

And just like that, my morning ride turned into a tiny tale of big joy 💕✨

--Devi BS

✨ The Day I Held My Head High ✨

In early 2009, life took an unexpected turn when I was diagnosed with cancer. 

All my dreams felt shattered, and the road ahead looked uncertain. The treatments were grueling—two long years of medicines, weight gain, losing my skin complexion and once long and beautiful hair, and endless psychological battles. Each day was a test of strength.

But when I looked at my little daughter’s innocent face and felt the responsibility of my family, I knew I had no choice but to fight. 

Accepting reality and moving forward with courage became my mantra. At times, I even told myself, “If I survive till today, that’s still a gift from God.”

When recovery finally began, the last six months became about rebuilding—not just health, but routine and purpose. I wanted to return to work, not just for earnings, but for fulfillment and to feel alive again. I practiced reading, writing, and even prepared interview questions by myself.

Then came my first interview call after recovery— a government project with IAS and IRS officers on the panel. I still remember walking into that room: wearing a red cotton saree, with my short crafted hair, flat heels, certificates in one hand, handbag on the other shoulder, and my head held high. 

Though nervous, I answered with honesty and confidence. My career break had a genuine reason. The panel appreciated my spirit, even laughing warmly when I said, “I was relieved from my earlier job and re-lived again for this new assignment in your company.”

A week later, I held the offer letter in my hand, with a big smile on my face. 

I walked out not just with a job, but with a new life. .

Friends, it's not only about cancer, it means any challenge in life, what reminds is courage to accept the fact, building confidence for future and move forward with new life.

--Devi BS