tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post3825115500382809624..comments2024-03-29T02:33:57.949+05:30Comments on an oblique view: i b arorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17161315866262492520noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-63594788869719201012014-11-25T08:35:14.894+05:302014-11-25T08:35:14.894+05:30thanks abhishekthanks abhisheki b arorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161315866262492520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-77015617199373286252014-11-24T21:29:15.913+05:302014-11-24T21:29:15.913+05:30Very nice piece dad...very nice..Very nice piece dad...very nice..Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10661533650184058540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-64604431632426141542014-11-24T11:01:45.970+05:302014-11-24T11:01:45.970+05:30situation is all the more sad for those kids who a...situation is all the more sad for those kids who are unusually sensitive. thanks Indrani for the comments i b arorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161315866262492520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-46176580652748163262014-11-24T09:32:41.415+05:302014-11-24T09:32:41.415+05:30That is so sad. I don't understand why adults ...That is so sad. I don't understand why adults don't think once what impressions they are leaving for their kids.<br />Very well written.Indranihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13097788106899971708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-84968922565396374822014-11-24T09:26:15.646+05:302014-11-24T09:26:15.646+05:30thanks Ann for comments, nice you could read my po...thanks Ann for comments, nice you could read my post i b arorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161315866262492520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-81016184408338405912014-11-24T09:24:09.591+05:302014-11-24T09:24:09.591+05:30 sometimes parents are too busy with tier issues t... sometimes parents are too busy with tier issues to even think what signals they are sending out,thanks Shabab for reading and for your thoughtful comments i b arorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161315866262492520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-57740528045926533812014-11-24T04:55:50.019+05:302014-11-24T04:55:50.019+05:30Unfortunately, this is a way of life for some. A v...Unfortunately, this is a way of life for some. A very important, well written piece.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-89913001019712253722014-11-24T01:49:45.362+05:302014-11-24T01:49:45.362+05:30O'my God! Parents will never understand how th...O'my God! Parents will never understand how their own child(ren) is suffering from their intense arguements. Some children suffer, few become oblivious, and rare take it as an opportunity like me, who always left them alone to hit and hurt, while i would play cricket in school uniform with a readymade excuse, 'you were fighting mom and i couldn't find my socks or tie, shoes or trousers.'<br />I learned from 'em, if parents fight child spoils. Now, we (wife n me) don't argue before Grazie, but sometime she asks, 'what happened to our kitchen dad? All the utensils are scattered in drawing room. And how did your phone damage this time?<br />Eh Grazie, wish you never grow up sweetheart.<br />Btw, nice story Arora ji, just loved it as what u wrote is happened in every second home. ENJOY. <br />;) <a href="http://vbothransh.wordpress.com" rel="nofollow">...shabab</a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-42776069286730824492014-11-23T09:12:47.255+05:302014-11-23T09:12:47.255+05:30thanks Jim for taking out time to read and comment...thanks Jim for taking out time to read and comment, nice you saw the point i was trying to make i b arorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161315866262492520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-91202380298757970662014-11-23T02:53:30.235+05:302014-11-23T02:53:30.235+05:30It's too bad kids have to grow with those kind...It's too bad kids have to grow with those kind of memories. I remember mine even getting physical. I liked going to work on the train, you might live where that is possible. My kids are missing that coming here back to Houston. They still can walk the little one to her school, though, like they did in London.<br />..Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02982249173214655060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-55607359761589927732014-11-22T18:42:02.678+05:302014-11-22T18:42:02.678+05:30thanks Vinithathanks Vinithai b arorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161315866262492520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-16245138392200490992014-11-22T15:50:58.238+05:302014-11-22T15:50:58.238+05:30So sad. Many times our day depends on others, if o...So sad. Many times our day depends on others, if only they understood that! Very well penned. Arora. Your stories are one of a kind! :)Vinithahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13443178374019579137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-77401541706737391662014-11-22T15:31:06.290+05:302014-11-22T15:31:06.290+05:30perhaps? Thanks Yogi for reading itperhaps? Thanks Yogi for reading iti b arorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161315866262492520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-73646740134836842602014-11-22T13:41:57.885+05:302014-11-22T13:41:57.885+05:30It is totally depend to us what we make of our day...It is totally depend to us what we make of our days. Nice post Yogi Saraswathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17101659017154035233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-24588526521713588052014-11-22T08:55:52.271+05:302014-11-22T08:55:52.271+05:30eventually every child will grow up, but one carri...eventually every child will grow up, but one carries the scars for many years, sometimes till death, thanks for reading the posti b arorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161315866262492520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-60302756476834946432014-11-22T08:54:12.370+05:302014-11-22T08:54:12.370+05:30great you liked it, and thanks for reading.great you liked it, and thanks for reading.i b arorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161315866262492520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-35136541500353190982014-11-22T04:22:23.042+05:302014-11-22T04:22:23.042+05:30Well wild animals kick their offspring out of the ...Well wild animals kick their offspring out of the nest, so this perhaps is a throwback to those times. Your hero in the story perhaps is growing up and can see the possibilities of a different life away from the nest! Old Egghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14727444489103758018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-27011743946375933582014-11-21T23:09:37.747+05:302014-11-21T23:09:37.747+05:30Welcome to Two Shoes Tuesday! I am happy to see yo...Welcome to Two Shoes Tuesday! I am happy to see you joining in with such a great piece! Your story is the reality for children far too often. I remember my own parents fighting at night and us kids lingering on the stairs, frightened, crying, and wishing it would stop. I doubt they ever knew we were there, but those memories definitely impacted our sense of security and wellbeing, just as you wrote about here. I am sad for every child for whom this is true, and for every adult that remembers being this child!Josie Two Shoeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18388032819905416258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-64005175917246211632014-11-21T19:52:12.066+05:302014-11-21T19:52:12.066+05:30thanks Valthanks Vali b arorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161315866262492520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-61597412767218671182014-11-21T19:33:08.435+05:302014-11-21T19:33:08.435+05:30Welcome to the link up.
Welcome to the link up.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-26142124404800685942014-11-21T18:53:22.091+05:302014-11-21T18:53:22.091+05:30not always, thanks for reading itnot always, thanks for reading iti b arorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161315866262492520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712159844248784410.post-38697392126320020082014-11-21T15:17:31.526+05:302014-11-21T15:17:31.526+05:30It is up to us what we make of our days... It is up to us what we make of our days... Anita Sabathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13365472694082398017noreply@blogger.com