Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
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'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 →
Red and I decided that reducing the amount of time TO spends on digital media is the best thing for him and us...now and long-term. And in order to do that, we need to switch off (literally and figuratively) from the stuff we're doing and spend time with him; no matter what. And so we... Continue Reading →
Enough with the wiping the drool! It's a good look on me and it's staying! I have experience firsthand with only one child and that's not counting the immature people in my life who refuse to grow up. I have one child. ONE. TO. But he might as well be part of a set of... 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 →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 