How siblings fight! And then again unite.. How they build imaginary castles 🏰 And wear superhero capes! ❤ And play together with no mistakes. Mommy picks up a book to read, And brews hot coffee ☕ for her to drink. The boys jump and dance. Aha! She says – That’s my chance! The boys bangContinue reading “How siblings fight?”
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Different dimensions at the dead of night
There are plus sides to being an insomniac. On dark nights, filled with clouds, after a thunder struck evening you can slowly watch the mist engulfing your tiny home. Odd memories and odd dreams mix together to form a strange connotation. You can hear the crickets and other insects slowly singing into the night. YouContinue reading “Different dimensions at the dead of night”
My humorous struggles with humble dough!
Roti, chapati, Naan, tandoori Roti, Parantha, stuffed Paranthas and what not! Most of these items are omnipresent in day to day menu of by and large all Indian kitchens, North India particularly. Growing up, I ate them with relish along side generous servings of sabzi, daal prepared lovingly by Ma. I regret standing less besidesContinue reading “My humorous struggles with humble dough!”
Simple pleasures of life!
The lock down has bought some silent solace to the otherwise streaming streets. There is a slow unhurried pace of life. We are all spending more time indoors. As a result, the outdoors are healing. And we are becoming resilient. Just like the way our wildlife is. I have always wondered at the remarkable grit,Continue reading “Simple pleasures of life!”
Gratitude
In times like these, when so little hope remains with gory portrayals and even more grim situations everywhere, there are still some things… actually quite a many precious little things that I am eternally grateful to All Almighty. Firstly, for a job which I love, where by thou blessings and thou wisdom, I am ableContinue reading “Gratitude”
Chronicles of a harried mother!
chronicles of a harried mother
The conundrum of existence
My job is such that it sucks. Not exactly in terms of what I do, but what it takes away from me. All my days with the kids are lost in the hullaboo of the cacophony. My maids and in-laws and parents, are continuously present like an overcast. They have important meaningful roles to play;Continue reading “The conundrum of existence”
Everyday little things 