Our television is dead. It’s been ten days now since that fatal day and our house has descended into a an eerie kind of silence, a silence that no children screaming, no adult banter and no music, not even the loud Bollywood songs, can fill in. The remote had stopped working weeks ago, probably with… {Read More}
Mother’s Day Poem
“Maa,” the sound so soft yet urgent Whether it’s night or day, Evokes different feelings in my heart In every possible way. With my little baby in June 2010 I wonder what’s the matter Is he upset or has he got hurt, Or is it just one of his calls saying “Maa can you get… {Read More}
Happy Mother’s Day
Yesterday I was invited to my younger son’s school for their Mother Day’s celebrations – ‘Mother’s Day Carnival’ as the invite card said. Judging by the previous year’s celebrations I knew they would be doing something special for us and I was quite looking forward to it. But I had absolutely no clue about what… {Read More}
Where did my little boy go?
“You worry too much Mummy,” he tells me, with a big frown on his face and standing up as tall as his almost 9 years frame can make him, when I ask him to be careful one more time as he runs down the slope. “Of course I am supposed to worry” I tell him,… {Read More}
My little camper
I packed his bag. Very organised, as compact as I could make it, clothes in one section, books and toys in the other and a couple of treats and snacks, just in case he got hungry at night! I guess a little more than ‘a couple’ as I found it a bit difficult to zip… {Read More}
Raising children or champions?
Last Sunday I happened to be at a mini-rugby festival in Hong Kong. My elder son who has just started playing rugby was participating and we were all very excited to watch him play. This was our very first mini-rugby festival and despite the slight drizzle and the strong wind, I was surprised to see hundreds… {Read More}
A morning walk with my son
I have injured my toe as you might have read in my previous post, and have completely refrained from jogging this whole week. My body clock however refuses to acknowledge my toe and still insists on waking me up by 5:45 every morning! So instead of forcing myself to go back to sleep, Tuesday morning… {Read More}
Ocean Park
The first time I went to Ocean Park I must have been about 10 years old. I had visited HK as a tourist along with my mother and my sister. Though I have very faint memories about that trip, I do recollect my photograph being taken on an exceptionally windy day at The Summit (just… {Read More}
Family movie night
The idea of a family movie came about when I realised how each one of us gets involved doing our own thing every weekend and unless we have planned an activity outdoors we all work in our own solo worlds. My elder son plays on his PS3, the younger one alternating between watching his brother… {Read More}
So nice to be back home but…
I am here now finally…after months of waiting…marking off the calendar….counting the days with my sons…we are finally back home in Mumbai, India for our summer holidays. Today is day 2….40 days more to go…and now that I am here…away from my very busy, very planned life I wonder what am I going to do… {Read More}
