Category: Family
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Another year passes by
I glance sidelong, your eyes look straight ahead at the unending road. I glance back, the girls are lost in their own worlds. I sigh and settle back against the plush seat back. Years have passed us by, adding wrinkles and crows feet. Grey hair and double chins. I remember the excitement of celebrating birthdays…
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The birth of a father
Enjoying a rare hour of solitude this Sunday evening, I pushed back on the recliner and logged in to work mentally rueing the fact that the ability to get to work on a Sunday now feels like relaxation. Before I knew it, the hour was up and I hear the garage rattle its way open…
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The woman who was a child
I remember her first as a bride, milk white next to my rather dark chitappa. I was in fourth grade then. The competition was fierce to vie for her affections amidst a brood of siblings and cousins. Snatches of images crowd my brain. Her in a six yards saree when my mom and other chithi…
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Letters to my daughters
Dear KayCee, Appa and I woke up bleary eyed this morning from having been up at odd times during the night. Each time you wake up crying, I feel a mixture of weariness and fear. Weary of yet another sleepless night and fear of what might have caused you to cry. More often than not, Appa rushes…
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Our Adoption Story
It was late night one Thursday in January that a number flashed on our home phone that was strange and familiar at the same time. You see, only a month before that call we were very close to bringing a baby home that did not happen at the last moment. Understandably I was very upset…
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Memories of a distant past
Revelling in the fact that we had internet, phone and TV after a 3 day hiatus, I eagerly checked voicemail. After sorting through cold marketing calls, a note from my doc office reminding me of an appointment, I was left with one from strange number from New York. Wondering who it could be I played…
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Cypress Pearl Green. Evergreen.
I laid eyes on her nine years ago in the dead of the night. The following morning pulling at the seatbelt for the first time ever, I sat in the passenger seat a proud bride beside her newly wedded husband. We drove to ShopRite on what was our first every grocery shopping of our married…
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Underappreciated and overwhelmed
I woke up to the sounds of Amma bustling in the kitchen. The dishwasher was being unloaded, the microwave humming and the cooker hissing in the background. Stretching lazily, I also heard sounds of one of the twins waking. Ignoring any temptation to snooze for a few more minutes, I jumped out of bed to…
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Doing away with the rose tints
10:30 PM – Call it a day 11:30 PM – Sounds of Cee crying. Wonder if I should let her cry it out. 11:35 PM – Pick Cee up from her crib and bring her back to my room. 11:45 PM – Cee looks sleepy and ready to go back. Kay wakes up crying 11:47…
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Letters from a daughter to her father
Dear Appa, I woke up this morning to the sight of two mottai kutties facing each other across from their cribs and having an animated conversation about who-knows-what. As I plonked them down for their morning feed, Amma held two bottles feeding both kids while I made myself a cup of strong filter coffee. Thoughts of you assailed my…