A few months back, while scrolling down my Facebook feed, I happened to come across a post from a food blog kind of Facebook page. I had already seen some posts previously from the lady who ran this page. While… Continue Reading →
On January 14th, Taaru told me that she was getting married. I congratulated her. A few days later, she came to me. Taaru: I can’t wait for January 14th next year. Me: To celebrate your wedding anniversary? Taaru: No, to… Continue Reading →
A while back, there was an advertisement from FirstCry about “fussy moms.” I watched that advertisement and found myself laughing, because I really was, and in some ways, still am, that mom. I am “fussy” about car seats, I am… Continue Reading →
Vedu just told me very sweetly, “Amme, although you are the last funniest in the house, you are still very funny.” I don’t know if that is a compliment or an insult.
Vedu: Amme, what do you think is more important? Justice or wisdom? Me: Justice, I guess. Because whether one is wise or not, ensuring no one faces injustice is more important. Vedu (two days later): I thought about what you… Continue Reading →
While reading The Best Nest by P.D. Eastman, we kept wondering why Mrs. Bird was so irritable and angry. When at the end of the book, we saw a smiling Mrs. Bird with her newly laid egg, Vedu said to… Continue Reading →
Taaru went to the toilet and almost fell into the commode. She came out of the toilet two minutes later and said with a straight face, “God is with me. I am a winner.” 😀
I have been a mother for so long now that my standard response to anyone, even complete strangers at the supermarket aisle, saying “Excuse me” is “Bless you.”
Many years ago, when I left my job with a major software company where I was working as a Corporate Business Skills Trainer, it was for purely personal reasons. Hari was flying to the US for a deputation and honestly,… Continue Reading →
While playing doctor-patient with my girls, I could go to them with any sickness – cold, headache, broken bones, ulcer in the mouth – and their standard treatment would invariably include cutting open my tummy, getting a baby out and… Continue Reading →
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