No Matter What
Whether you are upset or sad, whether they are yelling or shouting, in hunger or in pain, for a hug, for a cuddle, mums are the best. I didn’t quite get it. Until now. No matter how much I yell and keep my daughter from doing fun things (eating the chappals, toppling dustbins, putting fingers inside sockets) … she holds up her little hands and wants her mother to comfort her. I am going to miss it when she grows up. Wonder if my mum does too.
Will Power
Must …
lose …
weight …
Uhm… is that a blueberry cheesecake? I’d like two slices please.
Sometimes..
The sun shines
and it rains, hard
Clouds converge
and the wind blows
Happiness happens
And sadness seeps in
In and out
Out and in
Over and over again
cycle of life.
The Bald Baby
There is this baby I know,
Who used to touch her bottom when the nappy was off …
just to make sure her bum was still there.
the other day, her parents went and got her head shaved …
and now she alternates between assuring her head is on
and her bum is still there.
I Have Noticed
That there are two kinds of people in my industry.
one who can write
the others who think they can.
A Season For Change
I moved out of a sheltered existance
to learn new things
and when the dream began to show signs of rot
I am all set to move on.
am going
am going
am going deeper underground
there’s too much panic in this town…
Uma Iyer is a writer, a mother and a freelance consultant for marketing communication to several organisations. She was raised in Mumbai and currently lives in Delhi. Her retirement plan includes two dogs, many books and a shack by the sea.