Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
Last night I'd asked TO to do one of his usual chores and he did; while holding firmly onto the tv remote. And I, being a person to *never* let a snarky quip pass me by, told him that once he grew up and if he had kids, would have to eventually put the remote... 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 →
I'm severely myopic so once I open my eyes in the morning everything is in blob-form till my grope for my glasses under the bed and put them on. Slowly the world starts coming into focus and I start taking stock of the world around me. At times however, I feel I'm hallucinating like this... Continue Reading →
It's one of those days when your kid snuggles up to you saying, "No Marshmallow, don't go...I want to sleep for some more time". You love this kid but if he calls you Marshmallow one more time...#%$&!£!#*
TO's ideas about life and death are shaped quite a bit by the things he sees online. And since he sees more grown- up content these days vis-a-vis Mickey Mouse Club House, Noddy et al, death is portrayed more in the Occidental way than it is the Oriental or Indian way. He's seen characters who... Continue Reading →
While TO waits for the laptop to power up, his class links to get posted and before he graces his teachers and classmates with his beatific countenance, he does this:
I like to sleep. I like to lie down and read or listen to music but it's not like sleep and I are enemies. But co-sleeping is something I've had to deal with on and off throughout my parenting journey. And boy! it's not one of the things which are bring a smile to my... Continue Reading →
Another one that caught my eye from the days of yore... Right from the time my son was born, I was struck by how delicate he was. I knew babies are vulnerable and helpless but this one seemed to embody those qualities and more. He was a thin baby, weighing just on this side of... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 