Momcation in Beautiful Budapest

In early October, my first friend in Hamburg was going on his stag holiday. In my younger-Sandhya whim, I asked if I could also be a part of it and he graciously let me. Not only did it turn out to be an opportunity to spend time with some cool Indian boys but Budapest opened…

Jagodhodhaarana : The Ear Worm Series

I recently discovered an entire world of Carnatic music on Spotify. Today, Sudha Raghunathan’s voice filled my living room as I sat with my morning chai watching K crawl and yoga around, and Sophie by my side. The song I write about is a classic among Carnatic music and dance lovers, or so has been…

Thacchi Mammu

K knows when he wants food. He’ll go on a “Mamm mamm mamm mamm…” complaining and asking song. Mammu in Tamil for babies is food, in spoken Tamil, it’s Saapaadu. There might be very little in his appearance to show he’s mine, but my maternal heritage has a strong hold in the pool and has…

Window Seat

Today, for a brief couple of minutes, I shared my beloved window seat on the train into the city with my son. For those fleeting moments, he experienced first-hand what it’s like to sit and be amazed by the flashing picture of colour, of blurry life, natural and man made, on land, water and air,…

Silver Barter in Langeoog

This glorious summer, we cashed in our wedding present (from almost 3 years ago) and headed to Langeoog – a German island in the North Sea. Motor vehicles are not allowed. Only a small portion of the island is inhabited, bicycles can be rented and of course, there’s always walking. We chose the latter. It…

Dignity vs. Politics

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…

Choo-Choo-Chuk-Chuk

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…

Father’s Day

“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…

Two Sundays, One Monday

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…

Parenting and the Technology Drug

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?