Parenting is like swimming. It is amazingly easy to coach from the sidelines. You only matter when you jump into the water.
Excuse Me Please!
Happy Mother’s Day
Amma, back then I hated your sense of time management. I don’t mean with the daily planning. That you did a fabulous job with – yours and ours. It was the big picture. We all had chores, school, college and work that needed attention. We had many surprises in the department of finance, water, electricity,... Continue Reading →
Lunch Esteem
All my friends scattered off to their ‘chosen’ group under a tree to open their lunch-boxes. I had to hop, skip and jump my way to the ‘chosen’ tree across the high school building. That was the price I paid for being tiffin-dabba-less.
Family BroodCamp
A bunch of rowdy men laughed somewhere too close. The six of us, five women huddled in the room, anxious if dad would ever return that night.
My Mother’s Angels
The entrance was never dramatic, very tentative, a hesitant smile and ‘not-sure-about-this-family’ look. We were very eager, expectant and although very welcoming, had the ‘not-sure-she-is-the-one’ look
Que Sera Sera
Earlier this week Amma turned 83. She’s just over 5’ tall. But has managed to break through many a glass ceiling! Being married (away) at 18 instead of being in college with her friends (much like her brother), didn’t deter her one bit. She never faulted her (single) mother’s circumstances, time & place. So her... Continue Reading →
Would You Could You In a Car?
2 women, 1 tiny car, 20 countries, and 200 kids to educate.
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The Apple Saga Continues
Siri, Along you come and switch places with me.
Ushi's Take 