Category: Family
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A picture is worth a thousand memories
I tossed and turned and felt relief as the alarm rang. At least I did not have to make an effort to sleep. Sliding noiselessly into the kitchen, I set the pot of water on for coffee and got started on the day’s meals. The clock showed 5:30 AM. I heard steps shuffling down and…
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Little Moments Thursday
I stood by the stove pouring dosa batter on to the sizzling cast iron pan. The heady fumes of sesame oil wafted up. I turned around to scan the room as I do when Ammani and Pattani are around and unfettered. I saw Saathi was by the island as well. Reassured, I turned my attention…
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Letting go. Holding tight.
I shuffle and drag my weary feet to the sink, rinse my plate in the cool water, let it drip and on an afterthought, leave it in the sink. I rest my hands on the ledge debating. I let it be. Drying my hands on the moist towel, I flick the kitchen lights off and…
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Celebrating you
You woke up to a rather dreary morning. Sleep deprivation, feverish kids and a house that looked like it needed deep cleaning. We ambled through the morning worrying alternately about each twin focussing on the moment. I don’t recall a moment taking you aside, wishing you a Happy Birthday. It is a little after 6:00…
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Letters to my daughters: One year of school!
Am I dreaming or is it already a year since you both started school? Time flies doesn’t it? From the anxiety ridden, cell phone clutching scared mom, I have come a long way too! It feels like yesterday that I anguished over what to pack for lunch, if I dressed you weather-appropriately, if I had…
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Ten Treasured Years!
Eager eyes, heart beating faster, I spy the rather large car filled with people come to a stop before the house. I suddenly feel nervous. I run upstairs before anyone has a chance to catch me at my most vulnerable moment. I slink back unseen, mustering courage, a smile firmly in place. I sit on…
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Remembering Athai
In the early morning darkness a cry pierced my consciousness. I squinted at the bright red hazy numbers on my alarm clock. It looked like 4:35. Burying my head under the pillow, I hoped it was an aberration and Cee would go back to sleep. No such luck. An hour later, I stood by the…
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Remembering Appa
Driving into work today, I decided to give the earphones a pass and tuned into NPR. There was the news about Libya and then something about predator drones and my mind was weaving in and out, the sound bytes alternatively being loud and fading out. The weather and traffic updates followed. Then was this story…
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A Baby(ies) changes everything!
Back home after an incredibly short but eventful trip home to India, I woke earlier than usual. Bustling in the kitchen getting ready to go back to work after a two week break, images from my trip played out in a continual loop in my head. The fervent packing and the final drive to the…
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My little one is growing up!
Waking to the sound of pitiful crying from the babies bedroom, K rushed off to pick little Cee before she woke her sister. Back under the sheets between amma and appa, she tossed and turned before determinedly sitting up and saying “Paal?”. Laughing, we woke and went through the brushing drama with her. Back in the…