Heal With Rabia | Healing After Loss, Single Parenting & Self Growth

  Chapter 5: “Unke Papa Aate Hain…” It was Saturday evening.  The neighborhood park was unusually crowded.  Children ran across the grass chasing footballs.  Mothers sat on benches discussing homework and tuition schedules.  Fathers pushed swings, adjusted bicycle seats and pretended not to be tired.  The golden light of sunset spread softly across the playground. Kabir stood near the cricket pitch, holding his bat. “Mumma, fast ball daalna!” Neha laughed. “Main fast ball nahi daal sakti.” Kabir grinned. “Try toh karo.” She threw the ball.  It bounced twice before reaching him.  Kabir hit it anyway and ran dramatically between imaginary wickets. “Four!” A few children nearby laughed.  Neha clapped. “Very good!” After some time, Kabir joined a group of boys playing together.  Neha sat on a bench, watching from a distance.  Her office bag rested beside her.  Her hair was tied hastily.  The tiredness on her face...

Chapter 4 - Log Kya Kahenge Sunday afternoons were usually slower. No office. No school bus. No hurried breakfast. Just sunlight falling quietly across the living room floor and the faint sound of cartoons coming from the television.  Kabir lay on the rug, building a cricket stadium with his blocks. Neha sat nearby, folding freshly dried clothes into neat piles. T-shirts. School uniforms. Tiny socks that somehow always disappeared in pairs. For a few hours, life felt almost normal. The doorbell rang.  Kabir looked up. “Main dekhu?” “Ruko, beta.” Neha opened the door.  Her aunt stood there, smiling warmly, carrying a box of sweets. “Achanak aa gayi. Socha milte chalte.” “Come in, Maasi.” Kabir ran forward.  “Namaste Naani Ji” “Namaste Beta, Arrey, kitna bada ho gaya hai mera bacha.” Tea was served.  Conversations began with familiar topics. School. Weather. Health. Then, as often happens, the tone shifted.  Her aunt placed the teacup ...

Chapter 3 - The Night She Felt Like a Failed Mother The office lights were still on.  Most desks were empty.  A few screens glowed in the quiet space, the soft tapping of keyboards echoing more than usual.  Neha looked at the time. 8:12 PM. Her shoulders felt heavy. The same presentation. The same corrections. The same “just one more change.” She closed her eyes for a second.  Then opened them again.  Laptop screen still waiting. Her phone buzzed. tring tring........... She glanced quickly.  Kabir Calling… Her heart skipped.  She picked up instantly. “Haan beta…” “Mumma… aap kab aaoge?” His voice was softer than usual.  Neha looked at her screen again.  “Bas beta… thoda kaam hai… 30 minutes.” A small pause. “Main wait kar raha hoon…” Neha swallowed.  “Dinner kar liya?” “Dadi ne bola tha pr mei aapke saath karunga…” She closed her eyes again.  Just for a moment.  “Achha… main jaldi aati hoon.” “Pakka?” “...

  Chapter 2: The Empty Chair The school ground looked different that evening.  Too bright.  Too colorful.  Too full. Rows of white plastic chairs were lined up neatly, facing a decorated stage covered with red and yellow drapes. Fairy lights blinked slowly, even before the sun had completely set. Children ran around in costumes—some dressed as flowers, some as soldiers, some holding paper crowns slightly tilted on their heads. Parents were arriving in pairs.  Holding hands.  Carrying phones.  Looking for seats. Neha stood near the entrance, holding Kabir’s hand.  “Mumma, jaldi chalo… meri turn aa jayegi!” “Haan haan… chal rahe hain.” She adjusted her dupatta with one hand, while the other held Kabir tightly—almost subconsciously.  They found their row.  Second from the front.  Kabir quickly pointed— “Mumma, yahan baithte hain!” They sat.  Two chairs.  Side by side. One filled.  One empty. Kabir looked aroun...

Chapter 1: The Question The morning had already begun before the sun fully rose. The kitchen light was on. The sound of the pressure cooker filled the silence of the house. A school uniform hung neatly on the chair, slightly wrinkled at the sleeves. Neha stood near the stove, stirring the vegetables absentmindedly.  Her eyes moved toward the clock. 6:30 AM. “Kabir… uth jao beta, bus ka time ho jayega…” No response. She wiped her hands on her dupatta and walked toward the bedroom.  Kabir was still wrapped in his blanket, one leg outside, hair messy, face peaceful in sleep. For a moment… she just stood there.  Watching him.  Then gently— “Kabir…” He turned, half-awake.  “Mumma… 5 minute…” Neha smiled faintly.  “5 minute se kuch nahi hota… jaldi uthna hai.”  She pulled the blanket slowly.  Kabir finally sat up, rubbing his eyes. The next half hour moved quickly.  Toothbrush,  Uniform,  Shoes that were never where they...

There are moments in life that change everything.  A loss that was never expected. A reality that was never planned. A silence that replaces what once felt complete. And for a while, it feels like life has stopped. But Life Does Not Stop Even in the deepest pain, life continues.  The sun still rises.  Days still move forward.  Responsibilities still exist.  And slowly, without realizing it, you begin to move too. Not because you are ready.  But because life gently pushes you forward. What Feels Like an End… Is Often a Beginning Loss may feel like the end of a chapter.  But it is also the beginning of something new.  Not something you chose.  But something you are capable of building. A life where you stand on your own. A life where your strength becomes your support. A life where your identity is not defined by what you lost—  But by what you rebuild. Strength You Never Knew You Had When life takes something a...

  A Story Many Women Will Understand Every morning, her day begins before the sun rises. Not because she is full of energy… But because she has no option to stay in bed. She prepares breakfast. Gets her child ready for school. Manages the small details that no one notices.  Sometimes, in between all this, her mind drifts for a moment… To a time when life was shared. When responsibilities were divided. When someone else stood beside her. But that moment does not last long.  Because her child calls her.  And she gets up again. Not because she has forgotten her past—  But because her present needs her more. The Reality of Managing Everything Alone For a single mother, life is not divided into roles.  Everything exists together. 👉 Work responsibilities 👉 Household duties 👉 Emotional healing 👉 Parenting There is no pause between these roles.  They flow into each other—every single day.  And that is where the real challenge begi...

There are days when going to work feels heavy.  Not because the work is difficult.  But because something inside feels tired. Emotionally tired. Mentally exhausted. Drained in a way that rest does not fix.  And slowly, a thought begins to appear: 👉 “I should just leave this job.” When Work Starts Affecting Your Mental Peace Sometimes, the reason is clear. 👉 Work pressure 👉 Toxic environment 👉 Lack of support 👉 Emotional stress And sometimes, the reason is not easy to explain.  You just don’t feel okay anymore.  And that feeling is valid. It’s Okay to Feel This Way Let’s be clear about one thing: 👉 Wanting to leave a stressful job does not make you weak. It means you are aware of your mental and emotional limits.  And that awareness is important.  Because your well-being matters. But Don’t Take a Decision in Emotion At the same time, there is something equally important to understand: 👉 Decisions taken in emotional exhaustion are often rushed. ...