My son is not a bobble-head anymore. He smiles when he likes something, laughs when we tickle him. He is learning to make new sounds, and learning to crawl. He has fake attention-seeking crying, complaining crying, hungry crying and full-on something is wrong crying. He is almost eight months old and this is how much... Continue Reading →
I love trains - short journeys, reasonably long journeys - give me trains over any other mode of transport (except when it's from Bangalore to Hamburg, of course). It's all kind of exciting : from the station to the platform, from getting on the train, finding the right seat and enjoying the chugging motions while... Continue Reading →
"I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren't trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom." ― Umberto Eco This morning started with H writing a condolence note to a childhood friend. Said friend has lost his father. As I watched... Continue Reading →
There is no way around Monday morning blues. In some ways, life is also like that, I guess. So, as I enjoy this warm, sunny Sunday with my kids, here are some of my two-truths-one-lie version of seeing the full part of my glass: + It's going to be up to 26 degrees until the... Continue Reading →
As a concerned parent, born before the internet took over our lives, I am unsure of how to deal. At the moment, I follow the "best to say no when you're unsure" line of thought. Tell me more?
It all started when we went to get my visa renewed. The grumpy woman at the counter said it didn't matter that I had a monthly income and was paying tax because it was far more important that I had the B1 certificate from an integration course.
This week, my old friend Period came to visit after a long time. But some South Indian comfort food made her stay a lot easier to handle!
Over the years, Maggi noodles have come to be associated with almost commonplace memories. I try to recall some of it in this post.