My watch shows 3:57:03. I should be in the study anxiously poring over my presentation one last time. Instead, butterflies
Pattu bounds down the stairs each morning, a full hour before her sister Ammu wakes. Some days she hugs me
Amma and I are on the phone. “In our entire extended family, whom do you think is the most successful,”
She rolls to and from me like a yo-yo, the weight of her body propelling her first one way and
Sometimes pictures bring to life what words can’t. So, here is a glimpse of the places we went and the
She walks down rapidly, a speed that belies what time it is. Her face is scrubbed, a hint of damp
I stand on the stoop, Laddu in my arms, the fall air refreshingly crisp. Ammu and Pattu walk along the pavement,
Laddu and I stand by the dining room window looking out. Ammu and Pattu walk home, their backpacks bouncing on
The house is quiet. The kids are in bed. Saathi is on the highway somewhere returning home from his first
Happiness or sorrow – whatever befalls you, walk on, untouched, unattached.
We savor each moment. We look at the horizon together, our hands linked by the little ones in between.
“Do you want to see your gift now or tomorrow?” He asks almost shyly. “Now of course!” I beam, happiness
I swing with Laddu on my hip swaying to the upbeat tempo of Mental Manadhil. She shrieks with laughter as
You sit up next to me, your fingers prying my mouth open. I open one eye, not yet ready to
The baby swing in the back yard sways in the breeze. I notice Ammu and Pattu in my peripheral vision
I stand on the driveway, laddu in my left arm, her weight starting to tell. The sun beats down mercilessly.
If there is one thing I regret in earnest since laddu was born, it is that I cannot sing to
In a couple of hours, we will wind down what has been an uneventful yet memorable two weeks of staycation.
I stand in front of the mirror, you in my arms. I move the dryer in gentle circles around your
Dear Laddu, My left palm rests on the top of your head. The warmth from me seeping into you, lulling
I walk down the stairs my head throbbing from too little sleep. The smell of coffee wafts my way and