One Show, Many Families, One Community- One world.

In the last few weeks, I have been part of a group event.

When the organizer approached me, I was in awe of a different version of this show called One World—people from all walks, shapes, and sizes walking on stage: people from various cultures, lifestyles, and philosophies. Basically, it is another version of Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam.

The idea was that I would walk with Anand on the stage, but I asked to include a few more families from the group.

These families showed up for every rehearsal—weekends and weekdays—driving long distances, diligently.

They were grateful that their kids were getting an opportunity to go on stage. They were grateful that their families were acknowledged. They were grateful that they were included.

Inclusion—belonging and being part of something—was the biggest drive for these families.

The kids had a hard time with no structure, an unknown environment, and not understanding the bigger picture.

But the driven parents made it possible. They made accommodations for their children, figured out what worked for them, and made it happen.

They were there on weekends and even on a weeknight for the final rehearsal. Even with the long drives, they were determined to give it a try.

On the final day, one of the families who lived in the same town offered their home for the group to rest and relax before the show.

The whole gang met for rehearsal, then went to their house, rested a bit, and changed into their fancy clothes for the show. They still managed to be on time, attentive, and ready.

Our group was a tiny part of a bigger group, but I witnessed many things backstage and realized how gratitude overpowers attitude and entitlement.

The show rocked so did our families. The audience was very generous with their cheers and appreciation.

I am grateful to the organizers and choreographers for giving their time, attention, and understanding, and for accommodating these families.

We will get there—four families in one show at a time. Step by step, show by show, with gratitude we will create a world where everyone belongs.

A Banarasi for the show.

Patriot Premiere – An Evening to Remember

I am not much of a sports fan, but living in New England, it’s hard not to get swept up in the spirit of the Patriots, Celtics, Bruins, and Red Sox. These teams slowly become part of your life, even if you don’t follow every game.

I don’t usually watch much football, but how could I say no when I was invited to the Patriot Premiere? And to top it off, Mr. Husband agreed to come with me — one of those rare occasions when he gets dressed up for a dinner event!

I was honored to be named Volunteer of the Year for Americas for State Street. This recognition came with an invitation to a truly special evening, and I was excited, nervous, and curious all at once.

For the occasion, I chose a beautiful Banarasi saree in an ivory-and-gold combination. As we arrived, the grandeur of the gala immediately took our breath away — the glimmering lights, elegant décor, and the buzz of excited guests created an unforgettable atmosphere.

The evening was something to remember. The food was excellent, the weather was just perfect. Everything that evening showed how hard the organizers worked and planned everything with care and attention to the details.

Meeting those players was another experience, seeing them on TV is different than staining next to them, chatting and being photographed with them.

The pictures, the autographed football, the conversation will remain with me for a long time.

The real joy was listening to the work this team in the community. Their commitment to support local initiatives, connecting with local communities is inspiring. Sports is not just for fun it can bring people together and make a difference.

This night wasn’t just about football or glitz; it was about connection, community, and celebration. Walking out of the gala, I felt proud, grateful, and energized. 

Give me a free day, a train ride, and Boston streets—I’m happy.

Some days are made for wandering, and Boston never disappoints me.I love going to Boston any chance I get.

Sometimes I drive, other times I take the commuter rail or subway—whatever is convenient that day. I walk around, eat wherever I feel like, and go without an agenda.

But the Pandey boys need plans and direction. And Mr. Husband prefers to drive into the city. That works only if you go to one place, do things nearby, and then head home.

Saint Anthony’s Feast has been on my list for a long time, and this year I finally convinced Mr. Husband to go with me.

Anand, on the other hand, had his own plan. He didn’t want anything to do with a day out with Mom. He took public transport to Plainville Casino just to eat at Wahlburgers—his favorite restaurant. Only if Mark Wahlberg knew how lucky he is to have my son’s loyalty! We all left home at the same time.

Our subway ride was fun. It was packed because of the Red Sox game, and I was so glad I stuck to my plan of taking the train. Driving into the city would’ve been a nightmare on game day.

We walked around Newbury Street, had a drink, and then strolled to the North End. So many people in one place—it was such a fun experience. Food stalls everywhere, music, dancing, parades, thousands of people enjoying the day.

It was the perfect reminder for me—not to eat at fancy restaurants in Italy next month, but to look for local spots and try the real delicacies. Mr. Husband had a great time too. Looks like there are more Boston trips on the horizon.

Boston never gets old—and neither does finding new ways to enjoy it. 

A linen Saree at work. 

Things we get to see in the train :)

Do we romanticize marriage too much ?

From a young age, women are conditioned to believe that marriage is the most important chapter of their lives. — that a spouse becomes everything. Over the years, I’ve met so many families, from newlyweds to those married for decades. We’ve all seen countless marriages in our own families and circles, and each one is unique. Somehow, each couple finds their own equilibrium.

But sometimes, things quietly fall apart — not because  anyone is at fault, but simply because we feel… done with each other. This happens more often than we admit. Divorce may not be as common in either the younger or older generations, but this isn't even about divorce.

This is about feeling alone. Feeling invisible. Asking — sometimes begging — for time, attention, or just basic respect.

At my age circle, the kids are grown. They’re off to college, working, maybe even married. And I see this shift happening — a quiet resentment or distance growing between long-married couples. Husbands who feel their wives were never quite what they needed, and wives who feel they’ve given their entire selves to their husbands and families… and are left wondering if it was worth it.

There’s a powerful line in the movie App Jaisa koi, where the wife says something like, "If you get your meals and medicine on time, you won’t even notice if I am gone."
Is that how it is?

Are you seeking companionship? Adventure? Fun? Or are just asking — finally — for respect?
And more importantly, do you respect ourselves enough to ask for it?

                        A simple cotton saree for Saree at work Monday