Vedu (to her friend’s mom at his birthday party): Aunty, his gift is on the way. I’ll bring it after some time. Friend’s mom: It’s okay dear. Your presence is more important. Vedu (pulling me aside urgently with a look… Continue Reading →
It was Vedu’s kindergarten “graduation” day last weekend. That, in itself, could be theme for a whole other blog about how this culture of “graduation” for every single grade, not even separate phases of school – like kindergarten, primary school,… Continue Reading →
Imagine having kids who ask you the same question 500 times and demand an answer every single time. Now imagine having a throat infection that has shut down your voice completely. Yep, it’s been a fun couple of days, especially… Continue Reading →
For me, the biggest mystery yet about kids is their complete reluctance to sleep or go to the toilet at the exact moment they want to do it, despite having all the freedom to do so. Kiddos, you have no… Continue Reading →
Reading through “Things Fall Apart” by Chinua Achebe as part of my curriculum during my B.A. course was when I first thought, consciously I mean, about my fear of becoming my mother, just like the protagonist Okonkwo lives his entire… Continue Reading →
Me: Vedu, Amma is a very hungry caterpillar. Vedu (Looking at me with all sincerity in her eyes): No, you are a very pretty butterfly. Yeah, it’s true what they say. Kids most certainly don’t lie! Now let me get… Continue Reading →
From avoiding public toilets due to my extreme, obsessive aversion towards anything yucky to getting a detailed description of my kids’ poop time efforts and end result, and a mandatory “product check” without which I am not allowed to press… Continue Reading →
Of all the wonderful joys that my girls give me in life, the one that I can most certainly do without is the non-stop “Ammeeeeee Ammeeeee” from outside my toilet door. Man! Do I ever get to pee or poo… Continue Reading →
I’ve been listening to so many of Vedu’s stories from school all week. But nothing beats this snippet from her very first day. “Amme, even though you told me that it is okay to feel sad and cry a little… Continue Reading →
Last night while trying to get some sleep, I suddenly felt a kick inside my tummy and impulsively put an affectionate hand to it, smiling… And then I remembered that I am not pregnant. :-/ Who knew even ‘gas’ could… Continue Reading →
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