Category: Laddu
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Laddu Tales
She runs and I behind her, her anticipation of being caught lending itself to squealing. We collapse in a heap on the floor, snorting, laughing and catching our breath. She holds a tiny lantern. A piece from a camping set the twins assembled upstairs for their toys. “On!” she demands and I comply. She sets…
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Of banoons, pencens and cheese
“Thanni” she says as she points to her water bottle. “Pencen” she says as she holds her chubby hand for a pencil. “Cheese” she says as she takes a bowl from the cabinet and walks purposefully to her high chair. She notices me taking a picture, angles her head and says “Cheese”. Her vocabulary is…
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Letters to my daughters: Milestones
Dear Laddu, My left palm rests on the top of your head. The warmth from me seeping into you, lulling you into sleep. You smile in your sleep. I find myself mirroring you. The apples of your cheek shine with the sheen of the coconut oil I massaged into your skin. It was not too…