Posted in health issues, mom's life

That ugly monsoon

It was June 2016. Pia Mehta was very excited about school reopening and meeting all her friends after a long summer vacation. She was entering grade 3 now. Her mom, Shruti, had made sure that everything was in place for her first day at school. After a few hugs and kisses, she finally left for school. An uneventful month passed.

As July came, Pia started feeling unwell. She had fever and some other non specific symptoms. After taking medicines for three days, the fever subsided. But then, Pia started feeling drowsy and developed breathing problems and she also started bleeding from the nose. They rushed her to the hospital and she was kept in the ICU. After doing multiple tests, it was confirmed that she had suffered from a severe form of dengue.

Her condition was the same on the 1st day of the ICU stay, and it started deteriorating by day 2. She had to be kept on the ventilator. Shruti and her husband Aakash were shattered on hearing that and so were the other family members. Shruti started getting all sorts of thoughts in her mind like what if they lost her. Being put on a ventilator is usually associated with a poor outcome and it was natural for them to think like that.

However, after about another 48 hours, with the continuous efforts of the doctors and the family’s constant prayers, Pia’s condition started improving. And in another 2 days, she was off the ventilator and was discharged home after 7 days. But those ten days in the hospital were a nightmare for the entire Mehta family. It was a very ugly monsoon for them. They had never even imagined that such a thing could happen to Pia who was always a healthy and cheerful girl.

But dengue fever can affect anyone. It’s severity ranges from a mild fever to a severe one that requires intensive care. The severity depends on the type of the virus and the immunity of the individual. It is caused by the bite of the Aedes aegypti mosquito and it is more common in the monsoons.

The Monsoon season is an eagerly awaited one. Not only does it bring respite from the scorching heat, but also the changes in the scenery are wonderful for the eyes. But along with this, it also brings with it hordes of illnesses like malaria, typhoid, leptospirosis and dengue amongst others.

So this year, as we welcome the monsoons, let us make some simple changes in our way of living and try to protect our families from these illnesses. For example,

  • Use mosquito repellant and protective clothing when outdoors.
  • Use insecticide sprays indoors.
  • Prevent collections of water in and around our houses which are breeding grounds for these mosquitoes.
  • Avoid street foods for food and water borne illnesses like typhoid.
  • At home, keep all eatables always covered to protect them from contamination by flies that may cause typhoid.

A few simple steps can go a long way in protecting ourselves.  Let us make the monsoon season a memorable one for our families rather than an ugly one.

As it is rightly said, “Prevention is better than cure!” 

Happy monsoons!


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Author’s note: This post first appeared on mycity4kids parenting platform.

Posted in short story

I promise (A love story)

It was the last Saturday in the month of May. Shraddha was very restless and was eagerly awaiting the arrival of Atul and his family for dinner. Shraddha and Atul’s parents were best friends and they had these meet ups on the last weekend of every month. Sometimes they would have lunch at Shraddha’s house, sometimes dinner at Atul’s. Or sometimes they would all meet just for tea and snacks. This was going on since many years and all of them enjoyed bonding with each other and spending time together. 

Shraddha always had a crush on Atul, who was three years older to her. He had an elder sister but she was settled in a different country and would join them when she would be around. She never realised when her innocent crush transformed into something more. And since the last few years, she would always be thinking about him only. They were great friends and they would chat on and off, but she never got the courage to tell him about her true feelings.

“Enough is enough,” She thought. “Today I will tell him about what I feel for him, no matter what. It’s okay if he doesn’t reciprocate but I will still let him know.” And Atul was travelling abroad to study further. “It’s now or never”, she thought, “I may never get this chance again.”

Feeling more restless and worried that she might change her decision, she went out for a walk. She went to the park that was close to her house. As she walked, she thought about all those times she spent with Atul. How he would always make her laugh, how he would help her with her projects in college. Sometimes he would hold her hand unknowingly and her whole body would tingle with anticipation. Sometimes they wouldn’t meet or talk for days, but she would be eagerly awaiting their monthly get togethers. She knew she was risking their friendship with what she was going to tell him, but she couldn’t live not telling him how she felt. As she was lost in her thoughts, her phone started ringing and brought her back to reality. It was her mom telling her that Atul and his family had arrived.

Shraddha ran back the entire distance home and even took the stairs instead of waiting for the lift. She entered the house panting as if she had run a marathon. Everybody was amused looking at her state. Atul said, “So you are finally training to run the marathon, eh?” He winked at her and all the stress that she was experiencing vanished just like that. She was too deeply in love with him.

“Sorry, but I’ll just change and join you all,” She said not particularly looking at anyone.

Fresh and cleaned up, she wore her favourite dress that was peach in color and it made her wheatish complexion glow in the light. After adorning her favourite jewellery, she joined her family in the dining room. As she helped with laying the dishes, Atul joked, “So, why are you so dressed up Shraddha. It’s just our normal dinner.”

She blushed but failed to hide it and said, “I have a date later” and winked at his shocked expression. She thought she saw something flash in his eyes but it was gone as fast as it had come. Thinking she must have imagined it, she shrugged it of.

After a very enjoyable dinner, as their parents sat in the living room discussing politics and sports and TV serials; Shraddha and Atul went out to the balcony.

“You are unusually quiet today,” he asked and he kept his hand on her shoulder.

She jerked at that instant but covered it up with a cough. Yes, she was unusually quiet from the outside, but there was a war going on the inside. She was almost in tears when she turned to him and told him, “I’m sorry I can’t do this anymore..”

Atul did not understand where this was coming from. He was about to ask her when she raised her hand asking him to stop and let her speak. She continued, “I’m sorry, but I can’t live my life like this anymore. I can’t behave with you as if we are best friends because I want us to be more than that. I’m in love with you Atul. I don’t know how and where and when this happened, but this is the truth. I had to tell you this sooner or later. And now, after telling you I feel as if a burden has been lifted off my chest. I don’t know whether you feel about me that way, but it’s okay. I will always love you. I promise.”

Atul was speechless at this new revelation. He din’t know what to say. Seconds turned into minutes, and Shraddha was still sobbing, when he finally spoke.

“Relax Shraddha. Please stop crying.” He hugged her and as she calmed down he said, “Don’t be sorry for what you feel. I have always considered you as my very good friend but I don’t want to start a relationship with you now as I’m going abroad to study further. Had I been here, we would have given us a chance. But now being in different countries and in different time zones, it’s going to be difficult. Please understand.”

Shraddha was happy that atleast he had considered giving them a chance. And she had prepared herself for the worst which was losing his friendship entirely. She said, “But you are going after six months. That’s a long time. Let’s try this out. It’s okay if it doesn’t work. But let us try atleast. Please.”

Atul kept pacing in the balcony and running his hands through his hair. He din’t know what to do. Yes, he did like her as a friend but actually dating her?

“I need some time to think about this, Shraddha. Please. I will call you later.” And he left with that.

Shraddha had a sleepless night wondering what Atul would decide. She din’t want to lose their friendship. But she had taken a big risk by telling him what she felt, and she knew that. Now what was done was done. She had to brace herself for the consequences.

Similarly, even Atul had a very sleepless night wondering what to do. He really like Shraddha as a friend, but if their dating din’t work out? He din’t want to lose her friendship too. He was getting a headache thinking so much, so went to make himself some coffee. He was surprised to find his mother in the kitchen. “Ma, what are you doing here at this hour?” He asked.

“I can tell you the same thing son. If you don’t mind, can I ask you something?”

He nodded a yes and his mother continued, “I saw you and Shraddha in the balcony last night. She was crying. Is everything alright?”

Atul was in a fix whether he should tell his mom or no. He finally decided to tell her. After he was done, he was happy that he shared his feelings with his mom. Atleast his confusion was over.

The next morning, Shraddha was eagerly awaiting that phone call from Atul. The morning turned into evening and night fell, but that call never came. She went to college the next day, but she wasn’t in a good mood at all. As soon as she reached home and closed the door, doorbell rang. Irritated, she opened the door and found someone standing there hiding their face with a bouquet of red roses. Already in a foul temper, she was not in a mood to be messed with. As she was about to bang the door shut, the bouquet was moved aside revealing a very handsome and smiling Atul looking at her. She was shocked to see him. He asked her, “Will you be my date for the evening today and everyday?”

She squealed in joy and hugged him tight. Later that evening as they were enjoying the sunset, Atul told her what had transpired between him and his mom the previous night. How his mom had encouraged him to go ahead and pursue the relationship.

As months passed, Atul started falling for Shraddha and he considered himself the happiest man on earth. He loved every thing about her and every minute spent with her. He wanted to cherish every moment as he was going for two years for his further education.

Finally, the day of his departure arrived. As he left to board the plane, he told Shraddha, ” I will be back for you. I promise.”

Their time apart was painful for both of them. They spoke everyday through video calling and chats. Even though they were far apart, their bond grew stronger with each passing day. She graduated and started working. And just like that, it was time for him to come back.

Both of them got engaged in a close family function as soon as Atul returned. Both the families were very happy with their union. In less than two months time they would be getting married. Shraddha felt that she was the happiest and luckiest girl in the universe. Had she not taken that risk, she wouldn’t be here today with Atul by her side. As they both went to their respective homes after the ceremony, Atul told her, “Remember, I will always be there for you. I promise.”

“And I will be, too. I promise..” She said.

The next morning, they both met to plan for their birthdays. They both had their birthdays in the same month, September, only a few days apart. She was turning 23 and he, 26. So they both decided to host a common party for friends where they would also announce their marriage.

Both, Atul and Shraddha were enjoying the birthday party planning. They would take half days from work almost twice a week and do all the arrangements. It was one such day when Shraddha was waiting for Atul at their usual cafe. She was annoyed as he was half an hour late. His phone was going unanswered. Another thirty minutes passed. Now, Shraddha was getting restless and worried. He would never be so late, she thought. She was calling him like a maniac when finally she got a call from him. But it was not him on the line.

“I’m calling from the reception of City Hospital. Do you know Mr. Atul Joshi? “

“Y..y..yes.. he’s my fiance. What happened? Is he alright?”

The extremely polite voice said, “I’m sorry ma’am, but he has met with an accident and I request you to inform his other family members and come here.”

Shraddha almost dropped the phone on the table, but gathered her senses, informed her parents and rushed to the hospital. When they all reached there they found that his car was crushed by a speeding truck and he had multiple internal and external injuries. They all waited in anticipation for some news from the doctors. Finally, the doctor spoke to them and said, “He has multiple injuries. We are trying our best. Let’s see how he responds.”

After battling for 24 hours, he lost. Atul was no more. He succumbed to his injuries. Shraddha couldn’t accept it. She broke down near him and told him, “You had promised me you will always be there for me. Why? why did you break your promise?” She was sobbing hysterically.

She was in grief for a very long time. She simply could not get over him. How could she? She had promised to love him always and she would not break her promise. Her parents tried very hard to divert her attention, to get her to start working again. And she did start working, but she was like a robot. Just surviving. Not living her life.

Her mom would tell her that Atul would be very sad seeing her in this state. That would sometimes make her go out and try to live again.

Three years later, she finally agreed to get married. Rishabh was from a good family and he too had lost his girlfriend in a freak accident. They both understood each other. But Shraddha couldn’t love him, not the way she loved Atul. And Rishabh completely understood that. He never forced her for anything. It took another year for Shraddha to finally accept him as her husband and move on. She respected him a lot. She had started to like him. But she could never love him.

She had built such strong walls around her heart, so that no one could enter, make promises and break them.

But, one boy managed to do that. He entered her heart, broke all the walls but one thing he did not do was to promise anything. In fact she promised him that she would love him unconditionally all her life, no matter what. His name was Atul. He was her just born baby boy.

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Author’s note: This post has first appeared on mycity4kids parenting platform. 

Posted in pregnancy

Having a baby? Oh! It’s a piece of cake!

I saw those 2 pink lines on the pregnancy test kit in March 2013 and I was overjoyed! In fact all close family members were!

After a roller coaster three months, things settled a bit and food settled in my tummy too. As the pregnancy progressed, my anxiety increased. Why? Not because of the fear of the unknown, but because I was due in November and I had my final post graduate exams in December. Husband and in laws were chilled out. They said,”It’s ok if you don’t give the exams, you can give it six months later, as they happen twice a year!”

My parents also insisted me to relax and not worry about exams. But I told my mom, “Mom, I’m preparing for them anyway. So what if I’m having a baby? Everything is going to be fine. And it will be a piece of cake! I will keep studying and even when I get hospitalised in November, I’ll take a few books to read. And after delivery, I will only feed the baby and study. Rest all you do.”

My very wise mom chose to keep her mouth shut at that time. And I had no experience whatsoever about pregnancy and post delivery as I was the first one pregnant in immediate family and among friends.

My plan was perfect until reality struck.

The ultrasound scan at about 19 weeks which is also known as the anomaly scan showed a short cervix. I was advised to rest as much as possible. Because if the cervix shortens further there is a risk of premature delivery. So I took rest for a few days and joined work again.

Then in the 7th month, I suddenly started getting pain in the stomach. Though the pain subsided after a few minutes, I was advised total bed rest. There! I should have been happy, full day at home and I could study as much as I wanted. But I wasn’t. I couldn’t study as I had planned to as I had various things going on in my mind; what if I deliver early? I was paranoid about the NICU. Having worked there, I had first hand experience of what that tiny baby and the mother goes through! I couldn’t imagine myself in that position. But, thankfully I did not have to make that NICU trip.

Finally, the ‘D’ day arrived. I was hospitalised and taken into the labour room after enduring nineteen hours of labour pains. The doctor had given me some injections to ease the pain as I had refused an epidural. And with those sleep inducing medicines I was in a la la land. All that I could hear was,


“Come on push”

“Yes, very good. Push”

“Push more”

“Nurse, increase the drip”

“Yes, yes, come on. Push”

“One last Push. Come on.”

“Yes, I’ve got the head, one last push”

“Here, look at your beautiful baby boy!”

And instead of being relieved I told him, “What? No! But I wanted a girl.”

“Oh! Better luck next time!” The doctor said.

Of course, I was very happy. But I was not in my senses, thanks to the medicines.

As I was shifted back in the room with my boy and as I held him for the first time, my happiness knew no bounds. It was a moment to cherish. This tiny boy had given birth to me too, I was a mother now.

And then husband and inlaws and my parents were joking and laughing about my comment of “I wanted a girl” in the labour room. Of course the doctor must have told them. He was also laughing. He must have never seen a patient like me!

Then came the struggles with feeding. Holding the baby properly and latching was a task. And proper milk flow doesn’t start until the third day. And I had this constant fear of not producing enough milk. Add to that, the pain of not being able to sit properly due to the episiotomy stitches! I was a mess.

After coming home, things slightly improved. I had got the hang of feeding and so did my boy. But those emotional outbursts were horrible. And to top it all my mom repeated what I had told her earlier,”It’s going to be a piece of cake, sweetheart!”

Oh my! The dam burst this time. Although she was just joking, she din’t realise that I was having baby blues and every small thing was affecting me very badly. Everyone thought that I’m crying because I’m not able to study, but they din’t know that it was because of the baby blues! “To hell with exams”, I had told them, “I’ll give them next year!”

So much for a piece of cake, I thought sadly.

As the days passed, I started enjoying motherhood and still am.

The second time when I was pregnant two years later, I was more aware, more confident and this time I told my mom, “I’m having a baby again and I know it will not be a piece of cake! But I’m prepared for the best and the worst!”

So, this was my pregnancy saga. Do share some bittersweet events from your journey of pregnancy too!


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Author’s note: This post first appeared on mycity4kids parenting platform.

Posted in mom's life, Parenting

“Mamma, you are so cute!”

It is 6.30 in the morning and after tossing and turning and snoozing the alarm almost three times, I reluctantly get up. I’m tired even before starting the day. I then proceed to wake up my elder son for school, give him breakfast and make him ready for school in record time. After he’s gone, I breathe a sigh of relief. First and most important mission of the day accomplished.

Then as the day proceeds, I manage to do some chores and supervise the maid for the others. Amongst all this, I look after the needs of my younger one year old and start preparing to go to work. I don’t have to leave before 1.30, but nevertheless I keep everything ready. With two brats in the house, there may be an emergency anytime! And my procrastination will get me no where.

Finally at 11 a.m, the elder one comes home, gives me a hug, talks about stuff in school, throws his clothes wherever he can and runs to the bathroom. But today he does something different. Instead of going to the bathroom, he hugs me again and tells me, “Mamma, you are so cute!” I am thrilled by this and kiss him in return not understanding this sudden development.

Over the next few days, he drops that compliment atleast three to four times a day. And it’s not that he tells me because he wants something or he’s done some mischief and is covering up for it; it’s a genuine comment. I’m really surprised by it. I keep wondering from where did he learn that? He’s just three and a half years old! Okay, I must have told him or his brother “cute” many times; but him actually using it back on me was really surprising.

His compliments make my boring routine really interesting. I look forward to hearing them everyday. Even my husband doesn’t compliment me so often!

That’s when I realise that I need to do something to maintain my ‘cuteness’. Every day I wake up tired and sleep refreshed! I fail to understand the irony that in spite of working all day I’m fresh in the night. Everyday I decide that today I’ll go for a walk, today I’ll do some yoga, today I’ll have a cup of green tea; but that ‘today’ never comes. I really need to stop making excuses to take care of myself, I need to stop procrastinating and take some active measures to improve my health.

I had developed pregnancy induced hpothyroidism which later transformed into hyperthyroidism and now I’m off medicines for it. I was also slightly anemic but since I find it very difficult to swallow those huge iron tablets I have made the necessary dietary modifications.

And now my three and a half year old has made me realise the importance of my health and well being!

The world health organisation  (WHO) defines health as “the state of complete physical, mental and social wellbeing and not merely absence of disease.” And how often do we take proactive measures for maintaining our health? It’s only that when we fall sick we seek the doctor for treatment.

Sometimes, it becomes difficult to focus on our health as we get caught in the vicious cycle of ‘home-work-home’, but we need to remember that a healthy mother will raise a healthy family!

So let’s stop making excuses for taking care of ourselves.

As I end this blog, I’m going to make myself a cup of green tea and also make that appointment to get myself checked; meanwhile you all stay healthy and cute!!


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Author’s note: This post first appeared on mycity4kids parenting platform.

Posted in fatherhood, Parenting

This one’s for you, DAD!

A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.” ~ Enid Bagnold. 

So true it is!

My dad has a very special place in my life. Yes, apart from treating me like a princess and fulfilling all my wishes (not always though😉), he has taught me the value of life.

Third amongst eight siblings, he had an amazing childhood. My grandfather had made sure that he educated all his kids. My dad had lived in a hostel to pursue his higher education. He had always wanted to be a dentist, but destiny had other plans for him. But, he was happy with the choices he made.

Yes, he had to struggle a lot to make a place for himself in this world. And he did succeed. He is very much an independent man even in terms of handling the household stuff. He cooks, cleans the house and pampers my mom every now and then. He seldom raises his voice. He puts his point across very patiently.

His motto in life is ‘live and let live’. That is one of the best things he has taught me. He also taught my brother and myself how to make the most of the limited resources that we had. He taught us how to live a simple life and be content with it.

When I had secured admission in a medical college, there were many who told me whether I was sure about the choice I was making and not merely fulfilling my father’s dream. I would tell them that yes I’m fulfilling my father’s dream but it’s my dream too. And today I’m really happy that I made that choice and my dad supported me like no other. ‘You have to be independent by all means’, he would say. I remember the floods that had hit Mumbai in 2005 when I was preparing for my university exams of first year MBBS, all my books were destroyed by it as we were on the ground floor. I was shattered. My exams were a week away! But my dad literally ordered me to stop crying and helped me to gather what was left and encouraged me to start studying.

He was my pillar then and is now and will always be.

Whenever I visit him, I’m at peace. It’s like I enter another world free from all worries plaguing my brain. He has a calming aura. My kids love him too. And they behave so nicely when he is around, making me question whether they are the same brats! And why not, they too must be experiencing his aura!

That’s the thing about dads. They do so many subtle things for their kids to ensure their comfort and success. They will always be watching you even if you feel that they are not. They may not express their love and emotions so often, but you know that they are there for you. Always.

This one’s for you dear Dad!

Thank you for believing in me and being there for me always. Cheers!

Happy Father’s Day!


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Author’s note: This post first appeared on mycity4kids parenting platform.

Posted in mom's life, Parenting

“When you went to work, Mom..”

Dear Mom,

As you know, I am a proud father to a beautiful daughter now. The other day I saw her throwing tantrums when her mom wanted to leave for work. As I saw her doing that, I remembered my days as a child.

When you went to work, Mom; I felt very miserable and lonely. Dada dadi were very loving and caring, but they could not replace you. I remember the tantrums I used to throw when you would leave to work. I know that in spite of working, your love and care for me never reduced. But, I was selfish. I wanted you all for myself only. I din’t want to share you with anyone or anything.

As days passed, Dada dadi would still encourage you to continue working saying that my tantrums would reduce with time. But, as I told you, I was very selfish; I increased the frequency and severity of my tantrums. Dad was very busy to look after me. Because of that, you had to stop working. You were happy initially, but a few months later, I saw you becoming sad with each passing day. Although physically you were with me, mentally you were somewhere else. Your smile never reached your eyes. No matter how cheerful you tried to be with me, I knew you were not fully happy. And I somehow felt responsible for it.

As I grew, I realised what I had done. I had taken four years of your happiness from you. I remember that day when I had told you, “Mom, you can go to work now.. I have full day school and then homework and other activities. You will be back by then”. You were so happy on hearing that. And you told me that you don’t want to work now. But I had insisted, literally forced you and then you relented.

I remember you resumed work after 6 months as you had told that it would be difficult to find work after a huge gap. But you finally did it. And I got my happy mom back. I could feel the excitement from you each day as you were looking for new challenges along with raising me and looking after everyone in the house.

Mom, today I want to say sorry to you for what I did. I was very naive at that time. I din’t realise that you were working very hard to support me and to give me a better future . And dad was hardly around. He too, worked very hard.

But, I am also thankful to you that you joined your work again. I learnt so many things in your absence. From doing my homework to household work, I learnt so much. And the confident young man that you see today is all because of you.

I couldn’t tell you all this before, as I din’t know from where to start. I’m writing this letter to you as I will not be able to speak to you without breaking down and you may not let me complete what I’m saying when you see me crying. But today as I saw the same thing happening to my wife, I couldn’t stop myself.

I will not let that same thing happen to her. I promise you that I will look after my daughter when she is not around. I will not make the same mistake that Dad made, because of which you had to suffer for those few years. I will let my wife pursue her dreams. Whether she wants to work part time, or full time, I will support her. And I will support our daughter emotionally too. I know this is a matter of time, but I won’t be able to see her losing her happiness even for a few years.

I love you, Mom. Thank you for making me so self sufficient and capable. I will try my best for our daughter too.


Your loving son.

Author’s note : This post has been first published on mycity4kids parenting platform. 

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Posted in health issues, mom's life, Parenting

Of Beauty and the ‘Beast’

After a gruelling hardwork of almost two years, Nisha was over the moon! She had scored amazing marks in her tenth boards. And now, finally she had secured admission in one of the most popular colleges in town.

In the time that she had before the term started, she updated her wardrobe. She went to various malls and shops hunting for all those outfits that would suit her. She had a wheatish complexion, a round face, and long wavy hair cut in layers. At 5.3 feet tall and weighing 65 kg, she was slightly overweight, but nevertheless she was beautiful. So she had to be very careful in selecting the outfits, she tried numerous ones and bought those that made her feel tall and slim.

Finally, it was the first day of college. She was excited and nervous at the same time. She was stepping out in the big bad world after all. Whereas everything was spoonfed in school; college was a different scene altogether. Her mom Kruti had tried her best to calm her nerves, but Nisha still felt a swarm of butterflies in her stomach as she entered the campus. As she sat for the orientation, she instantly made friends with the girls around her. And her nerves settled a bit.

Nisha would always be complimented for her choice of dresses and fashion sense by her friends. She knew she was pretty, and she was very comfortable with her weight too; until she decided to take part in the beauty contest of the college festival.

As the months passed, Kruti noticed that Nisha was eating very less and was losing weight. All her packed lunches would return untouched. Also, she seemed withdrawn and never left her room. When Kruti would ask Nisha about that, she would dismiss it saying she was busy preparing for the college festival. Kruti was very worried but couldn’t do much. She spoke to her husband about it too, but he asked her to just let Nisha be.

One morning as Kruti went to wake Nisha as she would be getting late for college, she found her passed out on the floor and looking pale and absolutely worn out. They got her hospitalised and later spoke to the doctor.

After explaining to the doctor about Nisha’s behaviour in the last four months, the doctor said, “It looks like she’s suffering from anorexia nervosa.”

“What do you mean by that, doctor?” Kruti asked.

“It’s an eating disorder in which the patient overestimates the body shape and size and restricts food intake and does compulsive exercising. And Nisha now weighs 49 kgs from her previous 65. That’s a significant weight loss.” The doctor said.

Kruti asked, “But she never had a  problem with her weight earlier. She’s always been a chubby baby and she was quite comfortable with it. What went wrong then? Some problem with our parenting?”

“No, no Mrs. Mehta. There’s no problem with your parenting. And what triggered her disorder could be the fact that she wanted to lose some weight for that contest that she wanted to participate in. What began as losing some weight was reinforced by the positive feedback that she must have received from her peers. And so it turned into a vicious cycle. She got obsessed with it. There must have been a time where she must have thought that her thighs are too big or her tummy is too big and thus, the cycle continued.” The doctor replied.

“Oh my God! Will she be alright but?” Nisha’s father asked.

“Yes, she will be. We will put her under rehabilitation. There will be a team of doctors looking after her. We will help her gain proper nutrition and counsel her too. You both will also have a very important role to play to ensure it doesn’t occur again.” He said.

After about a period of 3 months, Nisha was healthy again. And in a better state of mind too. With the help of her parents, doctors and her motivation, she had managed to conquer the ‘beast’, which in this case was her eating disorder.


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Author’s note: This post first appeared on mycity4kids parenting platform.