From the heart of a woman
This is a late, late post. Last month had been physically and mentally taxing because finally, my son’s formal school started in April. I had penned this down but forgot to publish it. Imagine the kind of routines I was going through… The orientation ceremony …
When Rashi and Manas came up with the theme ‘Decade’ for the first BlogHop of 2020, I started ruminating on the past decade. It was like an unknown distant relative bumping into me at a wedding and telling me, “You are so grown up now. …
My Sundays are devoted to the dusting of shelves, corners, cleaning the bathrooms and changing bed sheets and pillows. On the last Sunday of the month, I clean the carpet, kitchen shelves etc. It was one such last Sunday of the month when I was …
I woke up to the clinking clattering pans in the Kitchen. 7 AM by the clock and it’s too early for a chilly winter weekend. I checked my calendar if it was my birthday, our anniversary or any special occasion for which wifey might be …
During my pregnancy, I gained 15 kgs, which is the ideal weight gain for an Indian mom. And my belly was the only place where all this weight accumulated. So, I believed that once the baby pops out, I will do some dieting and easily …
18 years back, on this very day, I opened my eyes to this beautiful world. Maa tells me that there were festivities and celebrations all around. She had never seen The Manchanda Villa lit up so beautifully, not even on Diwali. The halwais were busy …
Diwali is that time of the year when we take a short break from our routine life and get together with family and friends for a boisterous celebration. The preparations for the same start way in advance. While cleaning and decking up the house is …
My son just turned 4 and off-late he made me realize that I have been one nagging mom. When he started crawling, all I would tell him is, “Don’t go there. Don’t touch that. Don’t lean on that. You will hurt yourself.” When he started …
My son just successfully completed the 4th trip around the sun and I couldn’t have been prouder of him. Today, it feels as if time just flew by but looking back I realise that it wasn’t that easy for both of us. From sign language …
My son was almost 2 years old when we enrolled him in a playschool or pre-nursery. By the time of admission, he knew the verbal part and identification of objects but scribbling was nowhere in the picture. Some of his friends had the perfect grip …