Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
I first colored my hair while in the fag end of my 30s. It wasn't to cover up the greys (which am convinced are a sum total of the number of years I've been married and how old TO is) but to see if a different color was my thing. It was. And while my... Continue Reading →
Everyone grows up with the lingo of their generation; usually ingrained in their youth. It's a mix of slangs, colloquialism and often, as is typical with kids, some amount of neologisms as well. TO and I have been spending quite a bit of time together in the last two months since his summer break started.... Continue Reading →
TO has learnt the art of being an utter smartass and sneaks it into conversations with a smoothness that by turns annoys me and also makes me laugh. A little while ago, we were doing a round of Q&A about his upcoming swim theory exams and one of the questions was about what to do... Continue Reading →
It's been consistently sporadic rains for the past few days in my city. And if that's too much of an oxymoron, tough! It's the best a mother can do after her gravelly-voiced offspring woke her up yet again with a loud honk of his nose and his constricted breathing, not to mention the countless sneezes.... Continue Reading →
TO has been choosing the movies he wants to watch for a couple of years now and thankfully the ones I've been watching with him have had something as a take away barring the entertainment factor. We watched Luck on Apple TV+ last night and except for a few parts which were a bit hokey... Continue Reading →
Living with a teenager is quite like living with an overly opinionated, randomly emo, rather ignorant, squaking parrot who you love to bits but want to silence by throwing a tarp over.
The car mats have got pretty dirty and I wanted to wash them out before we stepped out next. It's a simple task actually...use a hand shower or a forceful spray to get the initial layer of dirt and dust off, sprinkle a bit of detergent on the mats, let them soak for a few... Continue Reading →
A little while ago when I was in the middle of cooking the chicken curry for today's lunch, TO came to get a hug. Now a hot and sweaty person usually runs as far away from being held as possible. Especially more so when she's doing the taste checks for a new recipe she decided... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 