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}
End of a school year…again?
This morning when I took my 4-year old to his pre-school I didn’t feel like leaving…so I sat there for some time watching him get engrossed with his surroundings, playing with his friends – the same children who were complete strangers to him six months ago. I can hear him share stories with them, showing off… {Read More}
What is this life…if full of care
As a new mother and also as one with a full-time job, I used to envy all those mums who I would see walking their kids to school or just walk back home….hand in hand….the child skipping along happily, maybe blabbering about everything except what happened in school. I would be passing by in my… {Read More}
Good morning world, its 6 o’clock
Its 6:00 o’clock on a Sunday morning and here I am sitting at the computer talking to you. Something woke me up, a dream, quite hazy and quite odd. I saw my grandfather …I also saw my Julie. I was under these thick grape vines trying to carry Julie in one hand and my son… {Read More}
It’s quiet, isn’t it?
20:30 hrs It’s that time of the evening when the day is coming to an end, when the house (that still looks like a mad house) is sounding eerily quiet and still. But today instead of tidying up the toys or hanging out the wet swimwear or finishing my ironing or making the chappatis (Indian bread), I am… {Read More}
An email sent by my son
Reproduced below (with his prior permission) is an email sent by my son to his grandparents, uncles and aunts today. Dear everyone, Today was my brother’s first tennis lesson,but it started raining so he couldn’t play. The other thing was that today mummy came down to the swimming pool with her normal clothes and daddy… {Read More}
Playdates
I heard about this term for the very first time when my elder son was 3 years old. “Playdate?” I had asked this mum who was one of my first ‘mummy’ friends in HK, just to re-confirm that I had heard correctly. “Do you mean that we have to fix a time and a place… {Read More}
