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

  “A parent can love a child completely and still fail to be present every time. Sometimes, love is not measured by being there for every moment, but by never stopping yourself from trying.” The message came at 9:42 on Wednesday morning, just as Arjun was entering the conference room for an important client presentation. He glanced at his phone before putting it face down on the table. It was from Ananya's school. Parents' Activity – 10:30 a.m. School Auditorium. Please ensure one parent is present. He had promised her the previous night that he would come. He had even checked the distance between his office and the school twice, convincing himself that if the meeting ended on time, he could make it. But the client had arrived early, his manager had asked him to lead the presentation, and now there were twelve people sitting around the table waiting for him to begin. He thought about stepping out and calling his manager, but the presentation was already underway. For the next...

  “Sometimes life doesn't ask you to choose between two important things. It simply puts both in your hands and waits to see how you manage.” The phone began ringing at 8:17 on a Tuesday morning, just as Arjun was trying to convince Vivaan to finish his milk. He glanced at the screen and immediately recognised his manager's number. For a moment, he considered letting it ring. His shirt was still unbuttoned at the collar, Ananya's school bag was lying open on the sofa, and Vivaan had managed to smear milk across his own cheek. But work had been waiting for him for weeks, and Arjun knew he couldn't keep using grief as an explanation forever. He wiped Vivaan's face with a towel, picked up the phone and answered. "Good morning, sir." His manager's voice was direct. "Arjun, I need you in the office early today. The client meeting has been moved to eleven." Arjun looked at the clock. It was already past eight. Normally, that would have meant twen...