A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
Here it goes in no particular order: He calls you Bruh..mom and dad have left the building and Bruh reigns supreme.Angst is the name of the game.Being contrary is also the name of the game.Tantrums are usually lurking around the corner.Flashes of brilliance (I use the term loosely) can be expected.Hugs and kisses are still... Continue Reading →
Right off the bat, it's a bit of a downer watching Black Widow knowing that Romanov sacrifices herself in Endgame. Set in the time after the incidents of Captain America: Civil War, this movie gives a proper backstory to Natasha Romanov and lets the audience know how she became the Black Widow. But that's not... Continue Reading →
I've often mentioned the focus on English language that was given during my education. That I also ended up studying English literature during my undergrads was of no surprise to many. One of the things we've been taught over the years, in appreciation of poetry and prose, is the figures of speech that add that... Continue Reading →
We watch one movie as a family every week. We usually do it on Friday nights since it's a good way to bring in the weekend for TO. And since it's usually a family movie, we all end up being either parts of "awwww" or "siggghhhs" or just have lots of laugh-out-loud moments. With TO... Continue Reading →
I was largely educated in convent schools where wooden rulers and thick books (Wren&Martin) flew through the air and landed on unsuspecting hands and back with unfailing frequency. They were almost always accompanied by beady-eyed looks of utter disapproval and disappointment by nuns sporting sparse to scary amounts of mouthbrows. Yikes! Add to that my... Continue Reading →
TO turned 12 recently and barring the beginnings of a slight sprinkling of hair on his upper lip, am seeing very few signs of him growing up per se. There are plusses and minuses to this as can be expected. Let's tackle the minuses first so I can get them out of my system; for... Continue Reading →
The brat is officially a preteen effective yesterday. He's also officially a slightly bigger brat than he was before. I was telling Red that it's as if I gave birth to a Valley Girl instead of a kid living in South India. But am told the rolling eyes, the general disdain for any parental advise... Continue Reading →
TO and Red have their little skirmishes from time to time. It mainly arises from TO growing into his teenhood and Red being the perennial good cop who realises that he can also be the bad cop from time to time instead of punting it to me. This morning's conversation with TO brought to light... Continue Reading →
TO has a last moment-scheduled cricket match; AGAIN. But we're happy to get up at the butt crack of dawn on our weekend to see our only flesh and blood off for a game with other small humans who will trash talk each other and going by their past record, lose, and come back in... Continue Reading →
My 3 and 1/2 year old niece is adorable and we catch up on and off when time permits. Imagine my delight when I was one of the people she "pretend-talked" to when she got her brand new toy phone! Color me melting with love!
