I love it when it rains. I am not too crazy about the before and after aspect of it but I simply love it when it rains. The entire process I so amazing. No, I am not talking about the whole evaporation - precipitation cycle. I mean the change in everything around us. Changes that … Continue reading When it rains.
Once upon a time there stood a tree as majestic and grand as one could be, the roots went deep and the tree held strong, never bent to the winds rather whispered a song. The rains were supportive, the sunshine mild it soon bore fruit, each seed - his child. The winds blew, the seeds spread, on unfamiliar paths alone they … Continue reading The Tree
It is one of those days. The hollow ones. Ones where you end up feeling empty and start questioning everything. You wonder if avoiding issues will force them to disappear. You can’t handle the loneliness but avoid company. You wish you could avoid reality and be with the fictional characters in your mind. You daydream … Continue reading It’s one of those days.
Had to pack Baby R's bags for the 6th time within a span of 3 months. Poor thing is being moved around a lot. Paucity of good caretakers, working parents both posted miles apart that too in cities without daycare facilities and grandparents living in different cities are taking a toll on the little guy. … Continue reading All his bags are packed…::(
The emptiness of a house hits me when I walk in the door. It has been almost a month since I had to leave my 2 year old with my mom because I am again without a reliable house-keeper. Three members of the family in three separate cities. That's Army life for you. Missing my … Continue reading Smelling the blankets. Because…
Separation kills. Not literally i mean. Still, staying apart from your other half that too with a toddler in the house is pretty tough. There are days (nights rather) when i am dead tired and baby R is super charged up. Times when my eyes are droopy and he is poking me to check why … Continue reading Counting Days.
At times I thank my stars that I live in a country like India where getting a house-maid/nanny (although not professionally trained) is easier than many other places. With my work occupying most of the waking hours the only time I get to spend with my growing-up-too-soon-baby is dinnertime. So imagine my (good) surprise when … Continue reading God bless my house-maid.
Guilt, doubt and constant worry – woes of a working mother. Though endlessly debated by both sides (the working mom vs. the stay at home mom), it still is a totally individualistic viewpoint. Me? I am a working mother. Working since eight years and a mother for a little over a year out of those. … Continue reading SAHM vs Working mom