Category: Happiness
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Whispers in the dark
I tuck you in, kiss you goodnight and walk over to Ammani’s bed to do the same. I look at the tiny form so engulfed in the wide bed that I feel remorse. I blow you an extra kiss to keep my fears at bay and walk out into the darkness. I pause for a…
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Ready and raring to go
Time flies. It sure does. It is soon going to be fall. The summer of 2012 has sped past leaving no memories in its wake. At least not the kind of summer memories I had hoped to create with the two of you. No beach trips. No visit to the Zoo or Sesame place. Not…
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The pull of the earth
Growing up, I lived in what we now call a single family home. Memories of running around the house, cousins and siblings in tow lurk in the corners of my brain like fading sepia photographs. I remember Amma sweeping the courtyard off the wide badam and narrow neem leaves each morning and evening. There is…
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Let there be light!
Holiday season is upon us. This past Sunday I rushed through the aisles of the local clothing store picking up a piece here and a piece there. I piled on my purchases and dove into the first available dressing room making sure I had at least one pair that fit. Walking out the store with…
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Falling for Fall
Pulling into my driveway this evening, I was still on the phone with my cousin. I reluctantly put my phone away when I realized she had to run. I went about my chores with a mechanical precision till I heard the crunching of gravel under the toy SUV that my neighbor’s child was driving. I…
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Holding on to memories and traditions – Navarathri
It was past 9:00 PM this past Tuesday. K looked weary. I was tired. Are you sure? K asked. For a moment I wavered. Perhaps it was simpler to not make the effort. To blame work and kids and life for the lack of energy. I nodded. While K picked up the stray toy in…
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Inane milestones
It happened the day before. I stifled a smile even if my heart was singing. Then, it happened again. Yesterday. I could barely contain myself. You see, for a major part of the year and half that our daughters have been with us, they have been daddy’s girls. If they fell down and hurt themselves,…
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It’s over. Finally!
Just like that as I sat slouched on the sofa a book in hand revelling in the peace that reigned in the household at the moment, a tiny ding followed by a buzz happened. Caught between turning the page on the thriller I held in hand and an urge to find out what email had…
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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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Attitude of Gratitude
The doorbell rang and my brother, sis in law and niece stood at the door. Even as I stood back to let them in, my eyes fell on the undone hair of my niece. I ran my finger through it and shepparded her inside. Adjusting the pallu of my silk saree, I sorted through the…