Category: Personal
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Letters to my daughters – You make me a better person.
Dearest Kay and Cee, We live in tumultuous times. Scan the newspaper, watch the news and it seems like heartwarming stories are few and far in between. We are reminded time and again how driven by narrow agendas and greed we are as a nation and as a people. I am pretty sure parents of…
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Letting go. Holding tight.
I shuffle and drag my weary feet to the sink, rinse my plate in the cool water, let it drip and on an afterthought, leave it in the sink. I rest my hands on the ledge debating. I let it be. Drying my hands on the moist towel, I flick the kitchen lights off and…
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Celebrating you
You woke up to a rather dreary morning. Sleep deprivation, feverish kids and a house that looked like it needed deep cleaning. We ambled through the morning worrying alternately about each twin focussing on the moment. I don’t recall a moment taking you aside, wishing you a Happy Birthday. It is a little after 6:00…
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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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Letters to my daughters – Tantrums and Tiaras
Dearest Kay and Cee, It’s been a while since I reflected on what you girls have been up to. Hmmm! Where do I start? It seems like suddenly the both of you graduated from being babies to proper little girls complete with tantrums and a mind decidedly your own. Our mornings are filled with squeals…
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Ten Treasured Years!
Eager eyes, heart beating faster, I spy the rather large car filled with people come to a stop before the house. I suddenly feel nervous. I run upstairs before anyone has a chance to catch me at my most vulnerable moment. I slink back unseen, mustering courage, a smile firmly in place. I sit on…
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Remembering Appa
Driving into work today, I decided to give the earphones a pass and tuned into NPR. There was the news about Libya and then something about predator drones and my mind was weaving in and out, the sound bytes alternatively being loud and fading out. The weather and traffic updates followed. Then was this story…
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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 house we live in now. I remember one Tuesday in February last year, your Appa and I grinned from ear to ear as we got word that the ICPC process was complete and we were free…
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This Day That Year
For once when the alarm went off at 5:00 AM this morning I did not wake up with a startle wondering if it had to be morning already. You see, since yesterday evening my mind and emotions have been on overdrive rewinding the days, weeks and months back to this calendar date last year. My…
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One turn around the Sun
As the days close in on the end of January when my life as I knew it changed for ever last year, I am flooded with memories of the convoluted ways in which the heavens conspired to bring Kay and Cee into our lives. One year, 3000 odd photos and 500 plus videos later, we are…