Spaces
I walk around my home, my iWatch tracking my steps, urging me to walk 11 minutes more at a brisk
Category: Home
Big Little Things
The clock is yet to strike 8:00 am. The twins and Saathi have left for school and work. Laddu is
The Making Of A Home
It is nearly 2:00 in the afternoon and I realize with a start that I have not had a chance
You Are Not Alone
“What is on your mind?” exhorts Facebook when I turn to my phone in a moment of despair “Craptastic (pun
Bad Days. Good Days.
Laddu and I stand by the dining room window looking out. Ammu and Pattu walk home, their backpacks bouncing on
The unimagined future
I swing with Laddu on my hip swaying to the upbeat tempo of Mental Manadhil. She shrieks with laughter as
Right here. Right now.
The baby swing in the back yard sways in the breeze. I notice Ammu and Pattu in my peripheral vision
Nostalgia
Dusty. The tar roads felt soft to my flip-flops as I walked to the house for the first time. The
Tis the time for thanks
I watch as Saathi cajoles and sweet talks the twins into posing for pictures. It is a regular Sunday. Toys
The smell of memories
I stand by the sizzling tawa pouring the batter and swirling it into a geometric shape. You stand by my
Taking pause
The sunlight streams in from the mullioned window in the foyer. I pass the room where your toys lie scattered.
Weathervane
The clock inches past six in the evening. I slice and dice tomatoes, my ears alert for sounds of the
The lightness of being
I set my laptop on the kitchen island, set the saute pan on the stove and turned the music on.
Midsummer Musings
Waving the spouse and kids off, I walked around my home. The weeds and the tall grass stood out in
Room with a view
I look at the clock. It is a quarter to 3:00 PM. A little late for lunch I decide and
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
Letting go. Holding tight.
I shuffle and drag my weary feet to the sink, rinse my plate in the cool water, let it drip
Remembering Appa
Driving into work today, I decided to give the earphones a pass and tuned into NPR. There was the news
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
Almonds, chocolate and a little love
I ambled along, lunch tote in hand, in no particular hurry. I had my leftovers from the weekend. As I
Letters to my daughters – Homecoming
Dearest Kay and Cee, This week will mark a year since you first came home. Home as defined by the
