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A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
Young love is *very* different from not-so-young love. The expressions are off the charts and sometimes we look back at those days of being unrestrained and full throttle in our feelings and maybe cringe a bit saying, "Damn! Did I really do all that?" From writing your name along with that of the one you... Continue Reading →
Mothers spend a lot of time waiting for their children. Starting with the actual birth itself, then the latching on, followed by the weaning off, the all-important toilet training, eating solids, walking, talking, running and then the slow and inevitable process of growing up. And lest I forget...the UBER-important...the falling asleep. Over the past few... Continue Reading →
As a parent I find myself doing things which have an echo from my childhood. The things my parents did, decisions they took etc. Just over the past few days I've had a few instances come up which have made me hark back to my (extreme) youth, am still youthful by someone's yardstick so I... Continue Reading →
When life was all about onesies, pouty lips and chubby cheeks and when Netflix wasn't in its current avatar.
I first got to know about Mothers' Day a few months after landing in US. Suffice to say India of the 80s didn't celebrate moms as a rule. That we do it now is more to do with the influence of various types television shows over the decades. Plus people like their social media timelines... Continue Reading →
This post is more than 13 years old and when I was apparently going through an e.e.cummings phase: the last 2 days have been quite a lot of fun. reason? took my parents shopping. it went something like this- Me-ma why are you eyeing that suit ka kapda? you want it? Ma-na re. expensive and... Continue Reading →
In order to write I need to read. Sometimes reading what's passed through my head ages ago isn't just hugely entertaining but quite enlightening. This one wasn't enlightening in any way; caused major eye-rolls because things with Red are still status quo in some aspects of our lives. Here goes: Red likes me to tell... Continue Reading →
My father moved around a lot while I was growing up. And it was a good way to live, everything considered. Met new people every few years, or met the same old faces in different cities and towns and had a good time catching up. India of the late 80s was a vastly different place... Continue Reading →
I constantly swing back and forth from amusement to annoyance when helping my son with his homework. Especially his language homework. My own language "skills" are middling to not-bad-at-all and my pronunciation of words (especially the word pronunciation) is usually correct. Of course Red did tell me that I'd been pronouncing 'Audi' and 'apropos' wrong... Continue Reading →
Those were some fun decades...especially in the way movies were made. This last week I watched some movies I had DVRd and utterly enjoyed the blast of nostalgia! I started with Die Hard...a movie you can never go wrong with. Whether you're burping a baby, fighting with a spouse, feeling angst or anything else this... Continue Reading →
