Domestic Violence #Blogathon

 

The birth of a girl is detested in our society. There has been a gradual change in the mind-set of people in India and they have at least come to terms to accept the birth of a girl. But still we lag behind and more consciousness is required to overcome.

As the girl grows, so the reprimands of the women folks grow.

“Don’t do this? Behave well, you have to go to husbands house” and so on.

She too was not an exception.

She was elated when her alliance was fixed with the renowned businessman of the town and her dreams to be rich unfolded but it was short-lived.

On the marriage day, her dreams shattered when the in-laws made huge demands after the wedding rituals were over.

She was dumb and could not decide what to do next.

She did not had the courage to walk out of the marriage…neither she was daring nor her family would accept her decision.

She saw her world crashing down.

Her hubby wasn’t co-operative and taunted her over petty issues and didn’t care much about her comforts.

She cried in silence.

Her parents always tried to make her understand that she was the bahu of the family and needs to adjust however adverse the circumstances are.

She was ill treated by her in-laws, sis-in-laws and even support staff did not spare her.

After two years of marriage, she was blessed with a beautiful & chubby girl. None saw the beauty of the baby rather despised her birth and made her responsible for giving birth to a girl child.

She wondered, how a  literate family could give such statements…but couldn’t speak out.

She coaxed her fate and the day she gave her affirmation to the proposal.

Her biggest mistake and the outcome she was facing in her daily life.

Her fate was too not supportive and again she was blessed with a baby girl.

It was intolerable for her in-laws family and husband and they neglected her.

The irony of her fate was that when she went for attending functions and parties, she was asked to dress up in expensive clothes and heavy jewellery so that the onlookers could not make out what she was going through, while at home, she lived worse than a maid.

She was never left alone at public places or if relatives or guests poured in so that she couldn’t express her agony.

She submitted herself to fate but promised that she won’t allow her daughters to meet her fate.

She gave best education and they came out with flying colours and the spring of her life returned. She was very happy and thanked God for bestowing his blessings on her family.

She married her daughters in well-educated families and remained happy to see them happy.

Once she planned to visit her elder daughter’s place to see how they were leading their lives.

Everything appeared smooth in her life but the fight behind the doors terrified her. Both were yelling on top of their voice.

Whole night, she was wide awake. In the morning, she called her daughter and scolded her for been nonsensical.

“Mummy, how could you say so, when you led your life in such adverse situation?” her daughter enquired.

She remained tight-lipped but flash back of past reeled before her eyes but she did not had the courage to wreck her home.

“Beta, girls are born to balance life and home, so give in your best and the best will return to you.” She explained her.

She knew, she was wrong but she feared society and the life of a single women in our society.

Technology has advanced but the minds of Indian society need more time to bring progress in women’s life.

A lot is written about it but still in literate circle also, domestic violence is on rise.

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Maa, I won’t Bear? #Domesticviolence

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“Thud Thud…Thud” and the sobs followed.
It wasn’t a one day affair…It happened every day.
I was just Seven, so couldn’t predict what went behind the
scene but was sure that whatever went on was not justified…her sobs confirmed.
One day, I mustered courage to peep through the keyhole to know what occurred behind the doors and how everything seemed smooth after an hour or so.
The scene behind the door was fierce and I could not lay my
eyes on them….He was literally a brute.
He beat her up with his leather belt, whipping hard on her
with every strokes and she lied helpless on the floor.
He removed the sari that draped her fragile body and hit her
hard on her delicate parts.

I was shivering with fear…He is a beast…he can’t be my
father.
I ran to my granny and told her the sequence that I watched
through. She was cool.
“It happens Baby. Your mother might have disobeyed your
father.”
“Dadi…what are you saying? Go and see, how that beast is
whipping belt on her skin.” I literally howled at her.
“It’s new for you…not for me. Your mother has leverage that
she can take few decisions…accompany your father on tour. My life was much
worst, dear…but till date, no one knows of it. I didn’t ever complain to my
Mother because her life was not better than mine. I was beaten if I disobeyed
your Baba but my Mother was confined in room for days without food if she
couldn’t manage the things on time. Baby, it’s our fate. We are born to be in
captive and it’s necessary else the girls will go astray and not accommodate
with their husbands and in-laws. She needs to be in strict guardianship before
and after marriage.” Dadi said nonchalantly.
I was sobbing hard.
“Dadi, how can you be so callous? It is not necessary that
if you were abused, my Mother should meet the same fate…You and your son both
are beasts.” I said.

A strong hand overpowered me and yelled on top of his voice.

“You need worse treatment than your mother…at this age, your
pitch is so high. What will you do after marriage? You need severe punishment.”
My father said fiercely.
The fragile hands wrapped me in her arms and requested him to
overlook my faults, giving me a chance to improve.

“Please forgive her. She is naive and innocent. I will make
her understand.” She pleaded sobbingly.

Silently, I walked to my room.

The words of my mother eroded my confidence in her. She too
believes like Dadi…she is no better.

I was only seven but these harrowing experience at home had
made me more matured than my age.

I could see my future bleak.
“Maa…instead of stopping father, you said that I will be checked.
I can’t endure these miseries. I saw today how that Man whom you call your
husband treats you. Even you shouldn’t bear…leave this house forever.”
“No, Baby…don’t say like this, now my dead body will leave
this house. Though he is cruel and wild at times but still I can’t disregard
him. Our parents taught us.” Maa said with a blank look.
Years passed but the situation remained more or less the
same.
I was twenty now.
I had vowed that I won’t accept arranged alliance of my
parents rather will choose my life partner and talk to him over the points of
adjustments before getting hitched.

One day, my senior proposed me.
I rolled out my points and said that if he agreed then I
will go steady with him and get hitched when he comes into job.
Two years passed smoothly without any disagreements.
One day, he saw me with my class mate in market and was
ferocious over phone and said so many things which were not required.
I disconnected the line bidding him good bye forever.
I didn’t want a life like my mother and granny.
I am thirty now and waiting for a suitable alliance.

I need a man in my life but not at the cost of my self-esteem.

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Three Mood Enhancers That Changed My Life!!! #ThankfulThursdays

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When I look back down the lanes then I find myself
more matured with age….or you can say leverage of maturity is more than the
age.
Time is the best planner and healer and if it heals
before outbreak of diseases, then one is lucky and today, I consider myself
lucky.
You will be wondering what I am trying to say.
There was a time when I was very moody and was
always on a search of a booster to spur my mood…my mood was like the rainy
season of Mumbai…the off switch was mostly on and I lingered to search a way to
uplift my mood…and took support of Music, friends, gardening and books but I
never adhered for long and wasted precious phase of life in swinging from one
branch to another and roamed with a sloppy face.
When I stepped on the Sweet Sixteen…age of wandering
& dreams but much did not change for me…I was the same slot.
Then, one day, I sat alone in silence &
introspected.
“What stopped me from enjoying my precious life?”
I was born in a well to do family, pampered with all
the comforts…then why was I wasting my time and energy over uplifting my mood.
Then and there, I vowed, “I will control my mood and
not be controlled by Mood…it’s my kingdom and I am supposed to reign on my
life…no intervention allowed of this shit, ‘Mood’ which was spoiling me and my
mood tantrums affected my direct family and I was been considered a stubborn
brat.
This was the turning point in my life and all evolved for good.
I started enjoying the small joys of life and large
transformations was seen in me.
Few were mistaken by my positive mood swing and
thought that I had fallen in love.
Yes, I had fallen in love but not with any person. I
had fallen in love with Nature.
Gardening:
I was fond of gardening from childhood but never
initiated much.
We lived in independent house and acres of land
sprawled around which was used for flowers & veggies.
I took a patch of  front bed row for myself to try my gardening
skills, which included weeding, seeding, watering and preparing compost manure…it
was one of my best engagement after studies and watching the plants growing
boosted my mood and a level of satisfaction enveloped me. 
Gradually, I started
helping my Grandfather in gardening and took charge of all the flower beds and the bright hues spurred my mood.
Music:

Music turns me on and a heavenly feeling intoxicates me. It
soothes me from within and the feeling that I go through cannot be summed up in
words. I found solace in Music and it proved to be a soul healer. I started singing and started giving programs in school, colleges and in social circle…The music healed me
and the mood swings were nearly over with this practice and I felt lighter and happier…so
I devoted my free time to Music and this aspiration introduced me to friends,
who were music lovers and my social circle enhanced.
Writing:

Since childhood, I was fond of reading and the mood
swings gave way to writing…it was a medium to open up and pour down the
feelings which emanated from the best and the bitter experiences of life. I was
introvert in those days, so I found writing very healing and comforting. In those
days, we wrote Diary. This flair improved my vocabulary, creativity and
imaginative skills. Word power improved a lot and even mood swings improved.
After venting out, I felt relieved and refreshed, it brushed up my woes.
These three medium helped me to control my mood
tantrums and these three bestowed great change in my persona.
I overcame the mood swings and at the age of 17, I
was a new self, who looked at life with a positivism.
No grievance or loss or lows of life screws me
anymore and I became adjustable &adaptable and I never back out however adverse the
circumstance is. I accept the lows of life as a part and parcel of life.
This is me….What about U?

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Gifts for Fathers!!! #FathersDay #Relationships

 

After the celebration of the Mother’s Day, the kids start planning for the Father’s Day which this year arrives on 18th June 2017.

Mother too is overjoyed along with her children and suggests ideas of gifts and celebrations on this day.

I am not an exception…I too join them.

Even I’m an influencer among the children of my apartment and they gather at my place to discuss about gifts and celebrations.

A gift is a token of love, the price doesn’t matter much…what matters is the love and affection behind the gifts.

Fathers of all ages are dynamic and the spine & strength of a family and whole family depends on him but still we need to group them according to their age.

The choice differs from an individual to an individual and the factor of age matters much.

 

  1. Young Fathers: The gift of young fathers would be something swanky and up to date, trending in the market.

  • A Personalized Coffee Mug would be an ideal choice with his snap and name. He will be mesmerized with the gift and it can be put into use on daily basis and comfortable on the pockets of kids.
  • A Stylish Mobile Cover will be apt and useful for him.
  • A Wallet, Tie, Belt, Key ring & a Pen. It comes in a set or you can buy individually and wrap beautifully. He can use daily and the gift will make you kids recall many times in a day.
  • Personalized Cushion.
  • If he is a foodie, gift him a cake, carats of juices & treat him with his choice of foods.

These are enough for young father because young school going kids have budget limitations, so they can’t stretch much.

2. Middle Aged Fathers: They too will enjoy the gifts trending in the market but they will have their own set of choices as in this age, they are free from child rearing and so they love to dwell sometime for himself or with their life partner.

  • Book a Spa for him in one of the best of your town. It will relieve him of stress and feel refreshed & rejuvenated. He will love the gift and you might get bonus treat in one of the fine restaurants of the town. Take help from Mommy to decide best for him. It will be a bit heavy on your pockets but it won’t make a hole. Take Mommy in…after the wellness program, his Smiles will comfort you.
  • If he loves food, book a table for Pa-Mom so that they can spend some time together and enjoy life. Mom will help you with the choices.
  • Gift him a trendy watch.
  • There are many hampers available in the market, pick as per his choice and hobby.
  • If he loves reading, gift him with the classics novel or Kindle e- reader.

Assess his likes and then decide what to present which will add smiles with the surprise gift.

3. Retired Fathers: They need the traditional gifts as per their choice and requirements and they will be the happiest souls to receive gifts from his children who are staying away or with him.

  • Book a holiday package for your parents to the lands of his choice. It will add colors to his life and ask him his wishes and plan accordingly. It is a moment of pride to receive such surprise package from their settled children….It will be his second honeymoon.
  • Present him a Diary and a good Parker pen…at this age, he needs one to write his details of expenditure, wants etc.
  • If he is a tech savvy and yearns for digital, gift him a laptop, IPad or tablet as per his choice.
  • Book a table for a family get together. It will add splendid moments of togetherness in his life. It’s a proud moment for a father to spend time with his children…it will add years to his life.
  • If he has health concerns, book a health package for him.

An adult can easily understand his needs and decide what is suitable for him and how much you can spare on him…my view is that one shouldn’t count materialistic things…count his numerous blessings, who made you what you are today.

4. Old Fathers: They need love, care and support of his children…they act like children and now you need to father them and take care of his needs.

  • Plan a holiday package to one of the holy places and accompany him on trip.
  • If he is staying far from you, present him an airline ticket so that he visits you and can spend his time with you…it will refresh his mood or vice versa. Drop at his place with his favorite gifts, cakes and flowers.
  • Present Trimmers, Dry fruits Hampers, Warm Wrappers & clothes as per his requirement & age.
  • Book a Health & wellness package to get him thoroughly checked up.
  • If he is staying away from the children, then assess what are his requirements and accordingly present him. They may need the gadgets to be replaced at home…Replace them & give him due Surprise.

I have jotted down from my own perspective, taking care of the Fathers of all age groups and their needs and requirements.

Handmade cards, cakes, chocolates, flowers, perfumes and deodorants are complementary and can be added in the GIFTS FOR FATHERS of all ages.

Hope readers will agree with my views, if not, do leave a comment…will love to amend or append in my article.

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My Superhero!!! #Dad #FathersDay

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Indeed Dad is
a Superhero
for the kids because at the tender age, what he does for us
seems very Big to us and we accept
him as Superhero and try to imitate
his style.
Dad is a dad for the daughters and sons but a
daughter’s affection is more inclined towards her father in her initial years
of childhood and the sons are more influenced by Moms; I think more of
psychology works here…Let’s not delve deep.
I too was not an exception and since I gained
senses, I was more a Papa’s Beti than a Mothers and I remember at times, Mom
felt ignored and neglected.
My father was in Sales job so most of the time, he
was on tours. I missed him badly and would cry often for my Superhero.
When he came back, I tried to spend maximum time
with him and I was pampered by him. He took me along to his office when he was
in town. I accompanied him to market or wherever he moved.
Gradually, I started to imitate his acts and even
kept his secrets.
I went with him on short trips and he puffed outside
home. No one at home had a irk of it. We were in joint family system so my mother
too wasn’t aware though she suspected.
He asked me not to spill the beans and I dutifully
didn’t spill but often blackmailed him for getting new toys or things of my
choice…really, I kept the secret till high school and spelled out to my mother…when
he had left his habit.
He was fond of non-vegetarian foods and cooked
delicious items of non-veg…you can say, he was a marvellous cook…I too fond of non-veg foods
relished his cooked mouth-watering foods.
Being in Sales & Marketing, he often left the
house when I was sleeping and returned when I went to bed…the days he brought raw
non-veg food along, he would wake me up…his one call was enough to bring me
back from slumber…and I would religiously wait for my favourite food that too
cooked by my Superhero.
As I grew up, I tried to follow in his steps and
imitated his dialogues and style (he wasn’t aware of it).
I adored the way he drove behind the wheels and
would day dream to drive one day later in life and I did.
I helped him in the cleaning of the car…we had an
Ambassador, at times, when it did not ignite, he would make me sit behind the
steering and he pushed with others to ignite.
During holidays, I would play badminton and
scrabble
with him and at times, I caught him cheating…it was fair in games.
Despite all fun and pampering, he was a strict
disciplinarian
and his anger was worse.
When he would be at home in my school days, he
helped me to get ready for school, polished my shoes, ironed my dresses and combed
my hair into beautiful plaits…it was indirect help to mother but his small acts
made me happy.
He was good at English and he imparted lessons on
its usage and rectified my language.
We spoke Bhojpuri at home but he made sure
that while speaking in Hindi & English, the flair of the mother tongue doesn’t comes in.
As I grew, I started understanding his ways and I gradually drifted apart and maintained a respectable distance where I could not argue or discuss as I could in my kindergarten days.
He trained us to be independent and do all the
chores inside and outside home which included managing money, billing of
newspaper & milk and banks, school fees and other bills so that I learn the
value of money and be independent.
My mother had unknown fears and she never wished
that we travel alone…but my Superhero gave the privilege to travel alone when
we were at an age where we could differentiate between good or bad.
I hated making chappatis and was not good at making
them but he was the one who insisted me to prepare chappatis for him…it was more
of an order than request…so there was no option to turn down…now I understand
his motive. He believed that the things people hated to do should practice every
day and gradually the people will start loving…The day, I prepared rounded
chappatis, I was relieved from the duty.
He taught me to read books other than text books and
this gave way to writing. He would bring books while returning from tours.
He imparted knowledge about good and bad touch and
inculcated table manners.
It wasn’t a cake walk with my Superhero, at times
our ideas matched and we celebrated and when we opposed each other, we were at
loggerheads…still the journey was good.
What I am today is a package of contributions of My
Superhero Dad & Mom.

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Thankful Weekends #Thursdays #Life

As weekends is about to arrive, the mind starts
tickling of the youngsters, ready to gallop on the roads with racing bikes along
with friends. The day Friday is been associated with TGIF (Thank God, It’s Friday.) and the heart of the
youngsters starts beating for the approaching hours and the two grand days of
weekend.
A decade ago, I was not well-versed with TGIF but now at every nook & corner
of the metros and non-metros are ready for the show on Friday itself, which
reminds of the importance of Friday in the lives of students in higher studies
and hunks & girlies of the young employed age.
They don’t have much responsibility and in real
terms, they enjoy their life at the best on Fridays and resting on the weekends.
We, the family people breathe deeply on Fridays to
get ready for the next day with all the required weapons of cleaning, dusting
and mopping. 
Working couple have hectic Saturdays, aligning the
things of the house which often gets distracted from their places. The loads of
clothes looking at us with dirty faces to get loaded in washing machines and
bask in sun.
Today, I will brief you all, “How I Spend My Weekends” and why I am thankful for the
weekends and very ardently wait for it to arrive.
Friday late evening is the laziest day for me. After
work, I take a soothing shower comforting myself with my favourite lather and
get ready in one of my casuals in which I can breathe easily without getting
terrified of missing the creases.
I ardently wait for my better half who decides the
menu and location of Fridays…On this day, I don’t pay attention to my home and
kitchen…my fingers move on the playing list and the lights are dim so that I
can’t see the dust or the missing creases of the sheets & furnishings…I have
started believing  in TGIF.
M
arrives
from office and he knows me well and my overtures on Friday. At times, he decides
to cook non-veg for us or take me to some restaurants to savour on some
delicacies….and I go to bed early unlike other days, so Friday is a free day
for me to relax in my own terms.
On Saturday, I wake up early and strap myself with
all the amenities of cleaning the house, changing the furnishings and altering
the look of the whole house.
M
has his office and he tip toes of the house on time because I want full control
on my home and don’t tolerate interference of anyone.
First of all, I load the washing machine with the
clothes sorted out based on colour and fabric etc. Till it tumbles, I clean all
the cobwebs and dust off the doors, windows and grills. All the sheets &
covers are changed of all rooms & living room. All the decors & mirrors
are cleaned. Even soft toys are bathed.
By noon, the total cleaning of the house is done along
with the maid.
By the time, the cook cooks light meal for the day,
I creep inside the bathrooms to sparkle them and take a lengthy bath to refresh
& rejuvenate myself, brushing myself with ayurvedic powders.
After meal, comes the time to clean the kitchen
shelves, change the nappies and table mats and arrange all the things as per my
choice and need.
No rest in daytime. I keep my playing list of music
ON to boost my energy to manage the chores well.
The washing machine does overtime in weekends and
all the cleaning are over by late evening…then comes the washer man to collect
the clothes for further processing.

In evening, I give a clean look to my plant pots by
pruning and digging and sit in the balcony with my liquor tea.
When M arrives
in late evenings, he is awestruck with the sparkling look and sprawls on the
lounge breathing fresh look of our sweet home…he agrees that his Friday treat
works well.
Sunday is the day to laze around…wake up late and
move around lazily. We don’t take breakfast on Sundays, a grand lunch of
non-veg is prepared by both of us and we relish it hot with the side dishes of
raitas and sweets which we miss in weekdays.

After lunch and easy discussions of here and there,
when sleep envelops us, we aren’t even aware.

Sunday evening tea is prepared by M.
After tea, I change in one of favourite dress and
enjoy the evening with M, catching
few programs on TV or someone drops in & we close the Sunday with a light meal.
Ready for Monday to start afresh.
I feel thankful for the weekends, which gives me
ample Me time to excavate the house,
laze around and rejoice the days with full enthusiasm, anxiety at bay.
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Why I chose to become a Mommy Blogger? #Parenting #Motherhood

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Blogging is in my nerves. Since childhood, I have
a habit of scribbling my emotions; be it happy ones or the hardening facts. I
wrote to diffuse my struggles and escalate my happy moments.
I was an introvert, so did not believed in sharing
with people rather found solace in writing…still in a habit of
scribbling…previously, the diaries shared my good n bad moments of life and now
my lappy laughs at my overtures.
However busy I am, I do take time out to write few
lines. Now with blogging, to reach out to more n more audiences, to watch my
page views stumbling to new numbers, followers n friends increasing, I can’t
stop myself from venting out my experiences & varied hues of my life.
Initially, I wrote my observations, experiences
and emotions in the form of prose and poetry, fictional short stories. When I
gained momentum on my blog, an idea buzzed to share my experiences with Moms of
past, present and future and chose to become a Mommy blogger.
Becoming Mommy blogger brings back the memories of
the days spent with my kids and now in my Empty nest, the memories of past appends
cheerfulness to my life and I reminiscence and cherish those glorious flashes.
When you become a parent and especially a Mom,
once again childhood revisits you and you share it with your child and the
experience of it cannot be summed up in words…those cuddly-googly memories are
so refreshing and your life seems brilliant and meaningful, when you hold the
bundle of joy close to your heart…it can be only relished.
With the passage of time and changes in family &
social system, Parenting has become challenging and the Working Moms are on
their wits end, juggling between home, office and baby care. At times, they are
so wretched that they feel that having a child is not a bliss rather a
punishment and they start abhorring parenting.
Through my columns, I wish to spread the virtues
of a Blessed Mom; how to tackle with the Motherhood blues and enjoy the bliss
of Motherhood; how to handle the growing kids and many queries of which they
need suggestions.
Down the years, there used to be elders at home,
who guided them and helped them while raising kids but now, when people are
living alone, no one is there to guide and the articles would be of great value
to Mothers.
I thoroughly enjoyed the bliss of Motherhood and
raised my kids with great enthusiasm and never ever I gave up, in spite of numerous
challenges coming in my way.
I request the Moms to be patient and cool and
overcome the challenges with a wide smile and the kids that you raise would be
Happy Souls and an asset to your life and society.

*****Remember, “Nothing comes easy in Life!”


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Mamaearth C3 Face Pack!!! #ProductReviews #Beauty

Hello Guys,
Now I am going to detail you about the beauty product, The
Mamaearth C3 Face Mask with Coffee, Charcoal, Clay & Fruit Extracts. Mamaearth
has been generous to Moms around the world to present her organic Face Mask to
reduce pregnancy scars and pigmentation, adding glow to her face.
For details about Mamaearth products for Moms, Read
here & here.
Product
Description:   
  The Mamaearth C3 Face Mask with Coffee, Charcoal, Clay & FruitExtracts. It is a mixture of three C’s; Coffee; Clay; Charcoal and loaded with
minerals like magnesium, calcium, and potassium to stimulate blood circulation.
Coffee helps in stimulating blood flow removing toxins which helps to smoothen
blemishes. Charcoal treats acne, pimples and other skin problems. It adds glow
to the face if used twice a week, reducing pigmentation, melanin and scars.

The brand Mamaearth confirms that the product is
completely free from all harmful chemicals, which means NO PARABENS, NO SULFATES, NO MINERAL OIL, NO DYES & NO SYNTHETIC
FRAGRANCES.


The product is dermatologically tested in Europe
basis European Union standards and
use MadeSafe certified ingredients.

MadeSafe ensures that the products are completely
free of behavioral, dermatological and environmental toxins. It is also cruelty free & NON GMO COMPLIANT.

Usage:  This face pack comes in a tub packing sealed
with a properly fitted lid which prevents spillage and due to tub packing, it
is absolute easy to use without staining our hands. Two three fingers will do
the job. The first look is not so appealing due to charcoal. The color of the
pack is dark greyish black and you can well scare your kid in day hours and
scare your better half at night. 😛😛😛
Apply a thick, even layer
of pack on your face and neck leave it to dry for 20-25 minutes. Apply
directly, its consistency is even so you don’t need to dilute it. You will feel
a cooling sensation because of peppermint oil in ingredients. When dried, wipe
out with a damp soft cloth and see and feel the differences. It adds glow, exfoliates and
rejuvenates the skin texture and upon two weeks use, skin tightens closing the
open pores and even complexion lightens remarkably.
Packaging:
Packaging is quite attractive and the colour Pink & Green chosen for Mama
range of products justifies it. It comes in a sturdy plastic tub with well
fitted lid. It is easy to carry while travelling without the fear of any spillage.
Pricing:
INR
599.
Shelf
Life
: Two years.
Product
Review
:
I
received the product in mid-May and have used 5 times till date and have seen
the real difference in my skin texture, scars and blemishes. Its cooling effect
is soothing in scorching heat of summers. I use it a bit profusely and relax in
my restroom for more than half an hour. When it is about to dry, I sprinkle water on my face and massage with the face pack for few seconds and wipe
it off with a soft damp cloth. My complexion lightened and instant glow
sparkled on my face.  It is a good exfoliator
too.
I am happy with the
result of the product and insist my readers to try once at least. You will fall
in love with C3 Face Mask.
Buy
from
 AmazonFlipkart Nykaa.
My
Ratings: 4.5/5

*****I received the PR samples and my opinion is honest
& unbiased.

Musings XVI #Life #Parkinsons

Life is so unpredictable, I never knew.

Little joys of life could bring sorrow one day

Never ever thought of it so.

The day,

when I learned swallowing & chewing

mouthfuls of cereals

Smiles floated on my father’s face.

Now,

When he is able to chew & swallow

It seems as if he has cleared the marathon

Smiles flashes on my lips & my eyes moisten.

Never ever thought of it so,

Once again,

I will see my father

in his childhood days

ailing with Parkinson

which has given him a blow.

A strong-willed Man

is razed down

to a stubborn toddler.

© Ila Varma 05-06-2017.

#Parkinson could destruct so much, never ever dreamt in life. The hands that raised me with pride, correcting my each steps searches for my hand to balance his steps.

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