For people like us who can only comprehend meaning from a piece of art as it was meant to be understood, I can only manage to serve my understanding and my opinion after consuming it. I got mixed feelings from this controversial story of Chokher Bali where I learned about the restrictions of women in displaying their wants and emotions towards the world and the culture that they lived in, in the ancient era. Continue reading Netflix Story Review: “Chokher Bali” by Rabindranath Tagore
As we pass through another year, I cannot help but look back at the incidents that have left marks on our lives so deeply. Covid-19 has been resolved to quite an extent this year but it did take away the lives of so many of our dear people. Though their places will forever remain empty yet I cannot help but appreciate the fact that the … Continue reading A new year with commitments to Self
I grew up a little when he was trying to make his first words out of his mouth. I realized that I had to understand his non-composed language to get him what he wanted because if I didn’t understand him, nobody else would. And I learned how important it was to have clarity in my voice to get what I want. Continue reading When Ayeman was a baby and so was I
Such a beautiful smile she’s got! This little girl was selling these balloons as my son was riding one of these toy cars outside a local shopping mall. She was showing Ayeman which button to press for the cars to make more sound. It became clear that she knew it because she has always seen other kids riding the toys but never had a ride … Continue reading Sharing is Caring!
21st February might just be a date for any other native in this world but for us the Bangladeshis, it is not. It is the day to commemorate the martyrs who lost their lives in fighting for establishing Bengali as our mother tongue, back in the year 1952. On this day, we put on clothes of the colors black and white to respect the tragic … Continue reading Ekushey (21st) February- an emotion embedded in the heart of every Bangladeshi
I want you to believe in yourself even when it’s not the right choice for you. Do you know why? Because at the end of the day, we go to bed in our own skins and we need to feel confident and comfortable with that skin. When we know that I’m here because I had made this choice for myself, BY myself, it leaves no room for regrets in life. Continue reading 3rd Letter to my Toddler
‘Oh Ayeman, we lost all the superheroes, the game is over now’. You looked up on me and said, ‘Ma, I have the strongest superhero left to fight the monster car’. I looked everywhere on the table to check if I have missed out on any Hulks or JJs but I found none. Ayeman looked sharp into my eyes and said in a way as if I should have known it already that.. Continue reading 2nd Letter to my Toddler
On 3rd June, when I fainted at home due to severe headache, I was rushed to the emergency room of the hospital at midnight. When I woke up it was 6th June and I was told by my surgeon that I have had a brain surgery. Continue reading Welcome back to life
So I wake up this morning and I see this notification in my WordPress site- anniversary achievement for having blogging since 10 years! Wow, I never knew that it’s been 10 years already. I was looking back at the posts that I’ve made and it was sure a joy in seeing what I’ve accomplished over the years. So I take this opportunity to reintroduce myself … Continue reading 10 year anniversary achievement for blogging
While you are sleeping peacefully by my side in this gloaming afternoon, I’m writing this letter to you for you to read when you grow up to be 18 or 20 years old. It’s been a tiring day for me as I was busy with you since morning. I’ve already washed all your feeding bottles before you woke up, then played with you with the new colorful toys that I have bought for you for this Eid. After that I gave you a bath and cooked your meal. I fed you your meal for lunch and then tucked you to sleep when you were done. Well this is my daily routine though and you won’t understand since you are my little baby of 1.5yrs old. What you do need to understand however is that I love you and I don’t see all these chores as pain. I love taking care of you.
Last night I had a terrible pain in my tummy. You see it’s Ramadan time now and I’ve been fasting everyday since sunrise to sunset, just like your papa and grandparents. I went to bed early last night to get some sleep and overcome the pain but you were in the mood of playing. You sat over my tummy and played horse-riding. I wanted to put you down but the sparkling joy in your face couldn’t let me do that. So I let you play for as long as you wanted to and this increased my pain. It’s okay my son, you are just a baby, my precious loved one. I can endure all pain for you. I guess this is how parents are. I understand that my mum and dad must have done the same for me when I was your age. We only realize the sacrifices of our parents when we become one ourselves. I want you to know that all these challenges are difficult indeed and this is why I expect you to be nice and obedient to your parents always.
Did you know that we are going through the period of a pandemic right now? The entire world is under the terror of this coronavirus that has killed so many people already. I pray to my God everyday to keep you safe and healthy in the midst of this terrible pandemic. It’s the holy Eid-ul-fitr tomorrow and we all will have to celebrate this Eid at our own homes. There will be no guests coming neither will we visit others, unlike your first Eid. This is why I bought toys for you instead of clothes- a xylophone, a truck, blocks and puzzle games. You seem to be liking these a lot. Don’t believe me? Watch it for yourself below!
Your toys!
Oops you are moving a lot, seems like you will wake up in a minute. Hence no more for today, I will write to you again soon. Eid Mubarak!
wrote two masterfully crafted memoirs: The Lloyd Haynes Story, A Remarkable Journey to Stardom, reviewed by the Tribune as “Superbly Written” and Bewitched, Secrets from Comedy Genius Sol Saks, noted by LA Times as “First-Class.” She’s a member of the Screen Actors Guild, American Federation of Television & Radio Artists, Author’s Guild, and a widespread writing and poetry community. In addition, she attended the American Film Institute, CBS Workshops, and the Pasadena Playhouse and received an invitation to the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art in London, England. For many years, Carolyn assisted Saks with books, plays, theater, television productions, and university classes on writing. As wife to Samuel Lloyd Haynes, she also helped with his screenplays, short stories, and photography. “We anticipate more adventures with this author of addictive, engaging books.”
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