Category: Family
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Blurring the lines
One windy afternoon in the early 1990’s, I tied raakhi to my close friend in college. At the time I did that I did not give it much thought other than to express my affection for this big burly friend and perhaps expected a kit kat or dairy milk in exchange. The look in his…
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My everyday hero!
Watching and rewatching a slide show of pictures from my twin’s birthday party, I noticed my GMail Inbox tab had a (1) next to it indicating a new mail. Smiling, I checked to see a note from my good old friend saying “Amma rocks!!! You must write a piece only on her.” I was taken aback a…
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Marking milestones
I backed out of my garage slowly, rolling down the windows taking in the gorgeous day. I did not have much time. This was Friday. After eons, I had a little over an hour just to myself. Away from home. Away from my K, Away from my babies. There was the party over the weekend.…
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One week hence
Today marks one week of the girls homecoming. There are moments like now when the house is silent save the keystrokes and the even breathing filtering in through the baby monitor when I wonder if this is my life I am leading. Not in my wildest dreams did I think come February 2010, I’d be…
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It’s all about love
Love you! I exclaimed brightly just as I hung up the phone after talking to my sister to wish her. I sensed a moment of hesitation, an eye roll and a smile as she replied Thank you and not love you back. Sometimes I do it on purpose. Like to my mom, I say Love…
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Invisible bonds
See Amma! See!!! My niece dutifully pointed to the stack of cubes that her Chitappa built for her, her excitement and glee transforming her face into a radiant ball of delight. Even as the evening passed by wrapped in her antics, that particular moment remained etched in my mind. Her short chubby finger pointed to…
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Through the eyes of a child
Letting the brightly colored top spin away on top of our rather battered coffee table, it was a treat to watch my young niece. She watched it with fascination from afar. Sensing the top move towards her she instinctively moved away clinging to her mom, eyes always on it. Doing it over and over again…
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Changing directions
Every once in a while, I stop what am doing to ponder on that path I am on. To use a metaphor, growing up my family portrait looked like this. Two tall silhouettes and two tiny ones hands linked walking into the sunset. Of course, in my mind’s eye the tiny ones would have my…
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A picture is worth a thousand memories
Rushing to get ready for my early morning meeting at work, I removed my glasses and left them by the portrait of K and I on my nightstand. I smiled involuntarily at the crooked tie K was wearing in that picture. Through my morning madness, random thoughts came filtering through. The image of the intricate…