Part of Her Life

 I was part of my daughter's life when she was in primary and secondary school. I was regular in guiding her about difficult questions of homework in every subject.

For the subject of mathematics, I was very particular and would make my daughter do difficult exercises of Mathematics questions asked in the Olympiad competition examination.

To make my daughter good in English language #grammar,  I would help her in writing the main news in her notebook from #newspaper.

To make my daughter efficient in public speaking, I would help her with #debate topics organized by the school.

Above mentioned activities of my daughter in which I was fully involved, I became part of my daughter's life and gradually changed her #maturity level.

As a mother, I was still on the look out to find ways so that I could be a part of my daughter's life. I took care that those ways of helping my daughter be appropriate for my daughter's age.

I used to do little crochet crafts with the help of a U tube with my daughter. Doing crafts together, going out to lunch or the movies, going to the gym together or going away on a weekend together was a way of my life.

I made it a point, that my consistent presence in my daughter’s life should create a strong bond between me and my daughter. I tried my level best that I should be available to listen to her auto talk and give her some good #suggestions whenever possible.

Now my daughter has grown up…Sometimes mother and daughter have some very passionate disagreements. There are times when I(my mother) feel like my daughter’s degree of #disagreement has gone to a higher level.

When this happens, I  back off a bit, but don't let her think that I am angry.

Even if my daughter says something in anger that hurts my feelings, I always say, “My daughter I understand you are feeling bad, but I love you and it just makes me feel #sad when you get so angry. I am sorry if I did anything to #upset you, and I am here for you.”

As daughters become women and have their own families, sometimes they have to face odd circumstances and they do not agree with their mom.

The fact of life is daughter /daughter-in-law will always need #mother.

I wish and pray to God” Please give me ( mother)strength as I am part of my daughter’s  life, the same way I could become part of my daughter-in-law's life and #strengthen my son’s family.”

In the language of Mathematics, let variable daughter =daughter-in -law and all happening remain the same as mentioned above about my daughter.

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Making Science Easy through Poetry & Photos ✨

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Second Mom

 Nobody can break,

Special strong,

 Bond between Daughter,

And her father.

Being father of a daughter,

Is pride for any man,

The love between a father,

And a daughter is deeper,

Than the ocean.

Even if father does not,

Do any thing special ,

Still father remains hero,

For his daugher.

In many concentric life spheres,

How to dress, how to eat,

What to say, what not to say,

Daughter is teache to her father.

Daughters always understand,

Why father is refusing her,

For something special .

Daughter fight with the world for father,

If someone tries to hurt her father,

She always remember the same,

She will never forgive that person.

She is second mom to her father.

Son  takes care of his father, 

To same degree as daughter,

Take care.

But there is one unique difference,

Between take #care mechanism,

Of son and  daughter.

Daughter is born with maturity emtional,

And God has given her capabilty rational ,

To understand  day to day issue,

Of life in right frame of time.

Son takes time to learn mechanism,

Of taking care of father,

While  daughter knows the best,

Taking care mechanism,

Without training prior.

oh ! my daughter ,

Will not be with me forever.

Does not matter I (father) will be,

In my daughter’s heart forever.

So gentelman(father)  it really,

Doesn’t make a difference where,

Goes my daughter.

Daughter is second mom to her father,

She is #angel of home,

Born with Unconditional Love & Care.

God bless my #candle like daughter.

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Priceless Treasure

 I am a working woman.

When I was #blessed,

With my first child.

I had a chance to record,

Fine and wise #observations.

No one saw me, at 2 a.m.,

When the baby #wailed for me,

No one saw me,

The night shift was mine,

How hard was my night duty work?

No one saw me,

When the baby didn’t,

Want to be put down,

Falling #asleep while drinking,

I felt I was being,

Used  as a dummy,

I felt invisible.

No one saw me,

When I  changed another #poo,

Made another bottle of milk,

Had breast nipple bitten?

No one saw me,

I used to feel so hungry,

No one had an iota idea,

How exhausted I was.

I soon realized,

I was not #invisible,

Every time I helped,

Those little legs,

Got them into pants,

Wiped a butt,

Bathed little one,

Without external support.

Every time I held those little fingers,

Cared about that little face,

That cutie pie  saw me,

Those little eyes,

Noted every #happening with curiosity,

They watched me,

How much hard work is doing Maa?

I was enlightened,

There was a bright shine in my eyes,

I am growing a love,

That is the most powerful,

Force on earth.

I am blessed  with #motherhood,

A most precious treasure,

A relationship that can never be broken.

I always remembered that,

How my little one cute,

Was watching and smiling,

Gave me infinite support,

And made me strong.

In new year 2025,

Let us celebrate motherhood,

And thank almighty,

For priceless treasure,

Which helps loving mothers,

To take forward,

Her and father's genetic code DNA,

And help this #planet,

Sustain its unique life beauty.

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Making Science Easy through Poetry & Photos ✨

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Fractal

 I am fractal, 

I am distinct,

From the simple shapes ,

Of geometry Euclidean,

Such as squares and circles.

I am  fractal,

I am pattern  with in pattern,

My pattern is like other patterns,

I am special in sense,

I am self similar .

I as pattern   fit in with  other ,

Pattern to form similar patterns,

I am also present in natural objects,

Like trees and leaves,

I am also present on larger,

scale,

And in dimensions of #space and time .

I am present in images,

Of dynamic systems,

Where sometimes prevails Chaos.

I am part of never-ending patterns ,

I look at life and world around myself like,

Landscape, clouds, trees, organs and river around me.

I am  fractal in sense sort,

Of  parameter to,

#Mathematically study patterns.

Around in real world,

It is not only I am present,

In direction of space and time,

I am also present in cycle,

Of birth and death of each cell.

I wish and dream to be economics fractal,

For economy of my own countryI wish to never let,

Go down economy of my country,

Compare to other world countries .

To uphold  economy of my country,

I wish to contribute to Fractal-trading ,

I wish to be part of strategy,

Where I am involved,

In self-similar patterns,

In financial  markets,

To predict price movements,

I wish this fractal(me),

Dream come true.

Are you involved in economy building which has characterstics of fractals.If yes please carry on with same.

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Making Science Easy through Poetry & Photos ✨ 

Science is not boring formulas. 

Science is stories, pictures, and poetry that touch the heart. 

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In The Process

 Many men are #confused personalities,

They understand they are trying to protect,

Woman in their life,

But in the process, they forget,

To value her feelings and  thoughts,

And start #controlling her like a remote.

Confused men are not,

Able to  forgive women,

For her small #mistakes,

In the process, they miss out on the best,

Parts of her  #amicable and sweet nature.

Confused men do not realize,

That woman is like the ocean,

Beautiful from the outside,

Calm on the surface,

In this process sometimes,

She can also get #disturbed like the ocean.

Love, kindness and care are important  traits of woman,

Confused men try to #control her,

With this wrong treatment,

Her bright mind loses her #shine,

In this process her children and family,

People in her professional life,

And  everyone present,

In her surroundings gets,

Effected in  #negative way.

A woman is like a musical instrument,

Confused men do not realize,

In the process of her journey,

Her musical instrument  makes song  sweet,

Only for one who knows,

How to make her feel #special.

Let us pray In the year 2026 ,

Confused men get some wisdom great.

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Making Science Easy through Poetry & Photos ✨

Science is not boring formulas.
Science is stories, pictures, and poetry that touch the heart.

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Special Dinner Special Thoughts

I am a science teacher in a government school.

In Indian #marriage dinner which is given in honor of #groom side guests by #bride parents is good. The bride side makes every effort that dinner served on a special night must be excellent so that everyone enjoys each dish served at dinner. Sweet dishes in that dinner have a special place. Sincere efforts are made to serve the best sweets, brought from places where the special sweet dish belongs. #Planning of same is done many days ahead of the marriage date.

In bride side respected seniors have a dream to serve the best possible dishes to the groom's side guest.

With all these efforts, still you will find people guests to wedding #criticizing dishes served at the wedding party. Some guests say undesirable things about dinner. They never realize the gravity of the situation.

The same happened in the marriage of my female student. It so happened father of my student who was getting married heard all criticism about dinner. At that time father of bride had no control over the situation. 

After the marriage of his daughter, the father of bride said “Madam some guests attending the marriage of my daughter have no idea how much effort and money the bride side has spent in #arranging same.”

I felt very sad for my student’s father. Taking a lesson from the same I wish to say ” Please remember it is not good to criticize dishes of dinner served by the bride side on the occasion of marriage. Please realize each dish served in the special dinner has so many sentiments attached . Everyone must give serious thought to this.

To conclude in this exercise of arranging dinner for guests parents of the bride have given so much in terms of time, energy and #money.

If I extrapolate the efforts of the bride side, I can say that the time taken to prepare each dish served for dinner at the wedding sometimes is equivalent to the age of their dear #daughter. The taste of each dish comes on the dinner table when seniors of the bride's side cut so many expenses in their day-to-day life. Dishes served at dinner are nothing but the collective hard work of many people from the bride's side.

Please do consider all points mentioned above, which are food for thought, before criticizing food served at the marriage party. I seriously think that all guests attending the marriage party if avoid negative gossip, that itself be a big contribution to strong relationship bridges.

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Making Science Easy through Poetry & Photos ✨

Science is not boring formulas.
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Embroidery on Values of Life

 I am a science teacher in a government school. I always tell my students not to #waste paper, clothes and food at any stage of life.

I remember my grandmother, her hardworking hands were always busy #saving something or other. She came from a generation that sewed holes in socks instead of throwing them away.

New blouses to be worn with a sari were created by my grandma from the leftovers of a sheet of #fabric, for the little one-stiched garments.

As I looked at her, I kept looking at the wedding ring, which she never took off even after my Grandpa passed away, in fact, she wore it as a #pendant.

All the time she was busy mending and mending, in fifty years of marriage, with her humble efforts she was busy helping our needy neighbors. Her generation was unique, they valued things and #people.

The best example of the best doing of my grandmother, I still remember is unique which touches my heart.

Sometimes my father would not like his mother visit to her parents. My father was of the view when the children’s mother is away, the children of the house get #neglected. But my grandma at that time will mend my father’s heart and as well my mother’s heart.

My grandma will say ” Let my daughter-in-law go to her mother for just one day, as her visit to her parents will give her a different kind of #energy, which on earth nobody can give her.”

Her kind gesture to my mother was so touching and I still remember it till today. This has become more meaningful to me when every day I hear stories of mother-in-laws who sometimes use their wisdom and power for wrongdoing and forget to embroider values of life and create difficulties for their daughter-in-law in day-to-day life.

As I looked at her, I kept looking at the wedding ring, which she never took off even after my Grandpa passed away, in fact, she wore it as a pendant. 

All the time she was busy mending and mending, in fifty years of marriage, with her humble efforts she was busy helping our needy neighbours . Her generation was unique, they valued things and people.

Now I tell my students “Let us turn to our grandmothers and learn how their entire good doings teach us to mend relationships, mend our hearts #repair family wounds, fight for what is worthwhile, and embroider the value of life again.”

Sukarma Thareja

Making Science Easy through Poetry & Photos ✨

Science is not boring formulas.
Science is stories, pictures, and poetry that touch the heart.

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📖 Hindi Ebook "Kishor Chetna":
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📖 English Book 1: Science of Life and Nature - Photo Poetry Collection
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