I am the child of the seventies. Childhood entertainment consisted of movies and Sunday trips to children’s park. Our eating out was made up of the occasional softie in Civil Lines after the matinee or a rolled newspaper cone of ...Read More
When our daughter first started going to play school, I was beyond excited. My girl was a big girl. I positively loved checking her diary each day to see what they had been up to. When we heard she had ...Read More
Following a conversation about the trouble with birthday parties, a wiser friend called and suggested something very simple. It made a lot of sense and hence it finds itself replicated here. Birthday invites tend to come in at the eleventh hour… ...Read More
Summer vacations had finally begun and 15- year- old Mala was glad to be one of the lucky ones in her group of friends who would be escaping the sordid Bhopal heat. Her parents had finally decided to take the ...Read More
The Prime Minister Manmohan Singh has recognized the harsh reality of malnutrition in India by saying “India‘s “unacceptably high” levels of child malnutrition are a “national shame”. Our State women and child welfare minister Varsha Gaikwad in the Assembly’s winter session last year ...Read More
Little brown seeds so small and round
Are sleeping quietly underground
Down come the raindrops
Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle
Out comes the rainbow,
Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle.
Little brown seeds way down below,
Up through the earth they grow,grow, grow,
We cant see the roots which are underground,
They hold up ...Read More
Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change - this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress. ~ Bruce Barton
I met a few ...Read More
Lesson for today:
If you don't force bedtime on your one- and- a- half-year old daughter , she will spend the last half hour in her day trying to pack in as much as possible. She will run around the room ...Read More
She waved good bye as she left for school, trying to manage her raincoat hood and blue umbrella – her own little sky, as she’d always quip. Her tiny shoulders bearing the weight of her school bag and this ...Read More
Chaos reigned all around. It was difficult to believe that on a normal day, this place exudes quiet discipline. Children were shrieking and their parents were milling around, socializing, and discussing school politics maybe. The school was spread over four floors ...Read More
This is a sappy, mushy, gooey post. Quite unlike me, but hey, I haven’t been a mother for that long. Give me time and my inner gushing self will emerge from the closet.
When Ankita was first placed in my arms, ...Read More
Can I climb that tree mumma…
Can I climb a wall?
May I jump from the highest point…
From up here I feel tall..
What’s she doing?
Get her down
She’ll fall and break her leg
Scare her with a frown
I love the ants, mumma ...Read More
