Guest Blog** Single mother her struggle, giggles & laughter "I me & myself" - By R

Laughter heals all wounds, and that's one thing that everybody shares. No matter what you're going through, it makes you forget about your problems. I think the world should keep laughing.

- Kevin Hart

Well we all face our own share of ups & down but being a single mother really a big responsibility. Sometimes we are not prepared for the worst but still life gives us shocks & surprises.....so accept the fact & move on.....!!! Life is beautiful & doesn't revolve around someone who doesn't care for you....& your happiness .... So here's a very Calm. Composed, & a hardworking "Rinkkini Das" opening about herself & her life. At the moment she is drafting a book based on her life.... now its not only about her struggle & dark phase but lots of giggles & inspirational cherised memories....!!!

I’m an only child of my mom, Dr. Lily Ghose & dad Ranjit Das. Mom is a college professor currently placed at Kolhan University,Jharkhand as the Bengali Department Head. Dad is an artist/businessman. Born in Mumbai, brought up in Jamshedpur, Jharkhand. I fell in love with books as soon as I could join two words and read. I was quite a tomboy in school and used to get into a lot of tiffs, but always the apple of my teachers’ eye (barring my Math teacher, our hatred was mutual!) By the time I passed 10th, I had devoured the entire school library, even the restricted senior section. I migrated to another school as my school didn’t offer arts in +2. In 2 years there, I could go through only half of their collection. Post 12th, I secured a seat in Sophia College for Women, Mumbai in 2004, and found my second love- the City of Dream, Amchi Mumbai. For over a decade now I have lived, loved, lost, lived and loved again in this very city. I have had a blast during my college days (Sophia for Grads & MET, Mumbai for P.G. Diploma). Read a lot, explored the city, joined IPTA Mumbai & did theatre, fell in love, got my heart broken, all that jazz.

Post college I have worked in various creative areas namely, in television production houses and ad agencies. I fell in love yet again and married my sweetheart soon in January 2010. Due to medical reasons, we decided to conceive and I quit my job. My angel daughter was born in January 2012. I couldn’t be happier in my life. But trouble began to brew in my paradise, and in June 2013, I left my home, which I had built with the love of my life, with my 1 year 5 months old daughter and shifted to a rented flat. I had no job, no money, apart from the amount my mom was sending me every month to cover my daughter and my expenses. But I have always believed that when life gives you lemons, don’t just be satisfied with lemonade, but make a smashing lemon pie & eat it! I had lost all my savings, didn’t have alimony, and got peanuts in the name of child support. But, I had my skills, my health, & my life, my daughter. I soon started working from home, taking up small independent projects, it wasn’t much, but it paid the bills. Today I still work from home & do Social Media Marketing.

I have always wanted to be a writer. And with the over dramatic filmy life I have lived, I would be a fool not to exploit it. So I started writing my book loosely based on some incidents of my life. It is not an autobiography, nor a diary, and it’s definitely not a sop story. I just know, whoever reads it, will laugh, make funny faces and even grimace at the fact that I just brushed off a tragedy casually, but they will not be sad. I am still writing it, literally, on papers with an ink pen (call me old fashioned). It’s difficult to take out time to write with my days and nights consumed in earning a living and entertaining my 3 years old mischievous daughter who pops in my ‘study room’ to say “I love you Mumma!” every 10 minutes. She is an absolutely impish girl who knows how to manipulate her mother and has everyone wrapped around her little finger as soon as she meets them. She is a very intelligent child, she knows her father is not there in the picture and has come to terms with it. We are each other’s best friend. We read books together, play hide & seek and much more. She pops in when Mumma works to say adorable things which she knows can just not elicit a reprimand. She is my world. She says “I’m proud of you Mumma” even though she really doesn’t understand what it means. One day I want to make her really proud. I want her to grow up to be a strong woman who knows how to relish the little things in life.

TO BE CONTINUED.......

Note - soon her book will be published so you can read about her life there..... :) :)