Love That Spilleth Over
Laddu peeks in the study and noticing I am on a work call, closes the door gently behind her as
Category: Love
Vacation Tales
We (my children and I) returned from a ten-day trip to Texas late last night. Exhaustion had us sleeping well
Building A Sonata
Earlier this week, a friend shared this letter (excerpt 3). Words that have stuck with me for over two decades now
Milestone: Ten Years Old
Pattu bounds down the stairs each morning, a full hour before her sister Ammu wakes. Some days she hugs me
Non Anniversaries
Saathi’s voice modulates up and down to match Laddu’s enthusiasm at the little table by the kitchen island. Laddu is
Love Is All That Matters
My iWatch shows 6:46 AM. The king size bed I am in is curiously populated. I am on one side
#ToAllTheBoysIveLovedBefore
#ToAllTheBoysIveLovedBefore at the high school, I was too busy trying to not cry at being called fat, busy trying to
A Good Man
I am sending some emails when a new one downloads. Saathi the name reads and my face breaks into a
Love In The Times Of Middle Age
Anniversaries have this way of inspiring reflection on who we were, who we are now. Each year as the week
When I am Gone
She flicks a tear from her cheek, her nervous laugh a cover for unexpected emotion. Pattu reaches out, her fingers
Crushes and Blushes
Pattu says, “Amma, Ammu has a crush on M.” Ammu blushes a deep red. Then I ask Pattu “Do you
State Of The Union – Sixteen Years
I watch him squint in the twilight, his face looking bare without glasses. “Can you read this?” he holds a
To The Moon And Back – We Love You
The sun slants in through the open glass of the side door. It feels warm against my face. All three
Tripping On Memories
I love looking back. I collect memories. I relive the years gone past. I look into old photographs and
A Rose By Any Other Name
In the past few weeks, my mind has been consumed by thoughts that can only be classified as morbid. Close
Cards, kisses and a whole lot of love
The house is quiet. The kids are in bed. Saathi is on the highway somewhere returning home from his first
Space in the middle
We savor each moment. We look at the horizon together, our hands linked by the little ones in between.
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
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
Letting go. Holding tight.
I shuffle and drag my weary feet to the sink, rinse my plate in the cool water, let it drip
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
