- The first meet over years after they born.
- I seek you my husband!
- Summer time memory
- This is me
- My ribbon 🎀
- My garden of memories
- The weight of forgiveness
- Our genes
- My hardwork
- Take pause.. and look at back
- I keep myself loving him
- A pen is a weapon
- Human life
- Purana dilly – delhi old city
- Leadership qualities
- Love gives life to live
- India and USA
- Mystic eye!
- Me and in me!
- Corporate lawyer
- Romance
- We want in india
- His milky white!
- “Nilavarakundu”
- Stand Still!
- My mother!
- Chasing my silent strength
- Buildings with paint peel off…….
- My result in LAWCET
- Entrepreneur
- What we think !
- Advent
- The Birthday Boy
- Distance between three hearts
- Never forget roots
- I miss him
- My fashion designs
- Coursiv
- My husband my heart ❤️
- How it is ?
- My Dad!
- Country Girl
- Our tree of love
- Jai bolo Telangana!
- Remember
- Incurable diseases
- He and she
- Love is………
- Business
- Silent pain
- Love constantly inspires me
Jacob is a lover boy, he flirts one or other, but they should be good to him, else he cant be nice to them. Jacob is mama’s boy, and sometimes he gets scared of her too. His dad military man built, and disciplined and hardworker.
Jacob was born little late after his sister, who is old and beautiful lady. His sister, Nomi, loves her brother and being little old, she used to play together and used to have lot of fun with him.
Jacob’s mind is kind of playful making fun only to make people smile, and every act he tires to make immaturedly, but he knows lot of things, and behaves cultured in home. But with friends he used to tease amd mildly fight with them to get entertained.
This is all about his family.
Jessy is my name, i was married when I first met Jacob, and i had 3 months old baby boy, Ishaa. Something was there in Jessy’s mind that she has her matured behaviour, never gets playful that easy with new men and colleagues in office, but with her cousins she plays fun and teases them mildly.
To be continued……..








I decided it is the perfect time, to keep my family stories in a book, so i started writing about my sojourn with my family.
There’s a soft, lived-in warmth here — messy people, real ties, the kind that don’t fit neatly but still hold.
Feels like the start of something honest, where affection and tension sit at the same table and don’t apologize.