Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
I don't always deal well with extended weekends where my kid's a part of the equation and Red isn't around or not going to be around to be a buffer. We, TO and I, get along well for a few hours and then I feel like asking his school principal to keep the school going... Continue Reading →
I'll be the first one to admit it, my kid's sticktoitiveness comes and goes. He's tried his hands at roller blading and then suddenly didn't want to do it anymore. He's resisted all attempts at learning to swim properly; preferring to channel an otter as his spirit animal instead. Red tried badminton with him and... Continue Reading →
My native language is Bangla. Am not entirely proficient in it. I can speak it but the "purists" can usually gauge that I'm not one of them. Apparently it reeks of being an "outsider" aka from outside the hallowed boundaries of West Bengal. I can manage to read and write it but it'd be better... Continue Reading →
Monday to Friday my child looks at me as the incarnation of the Wicked Witch of the West+her flying monkeys all rolled into one. Weekends I do the same to him when he gets up before I want him to. Cue Elton John singing 'Circle Of Life' in the background.
TO has an accent. We're not sure which country it belongs to. It's a relic mishmash of whatever animated programs he's grown up watching. He, however, doesn't know Hindi; a language he loves listening to songs in. His pronunciations are decidedly foreign and poor dear Alexa often has problems deciphering what he wants. The new... Continue Reading →
Kids extrapolate things based on their own frame of references. Mine does it quite a bit and even more so with words of a different language. He loves music and at different times we have played hosts to quite a few different earworms of his. One of his old favorites reemerged due to a shuffle in his... Continue Reading →
It is a theory of mine that depending upon the kind of ride TO is in, his thought process changes accordingly. I had a flat tire today and had to take an auto rickshaw to get around. I think the abundance of the fresh-polluted air got to him and he came up with such gems... Continue Reading →
Red and I completed 9 years in our parenting journey. They have been a lot of things but never dull. We were handed a longish and skinny baby who filled out quickly enough and we couldn't stop nom-noming on his cheeks, his nose and all his little limbs. You have never been digustingly mushy and... Continue Reading →
I run from my kid. It's the truth. After the first hugs and kisses of the morning are done I run and hide; especially during his summer break. He's like a bloodhound. He can always track me down. No matter where I am. SIGH. No loo is secure enough. No pressure cooker whistle is loud... Continue Reading →
It's been a while since I had a drink. A good one. A nicely made one. When I needed it. When I wanted it. When I longed for it. Wait...are we still talking about the same thing? Some days are long. Some days are LOOOOONG. Everything seems upside down. Or downside up. And not many... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 