Mother bird triumphantly swoops onto the bus stand, her little birdie Bansi tucked tightly under her arm , fist bumping in delight as she sees the afternoon bus turn around the corner. “Just in time, she whispers mentally patting her back. Daughter 1 : ( smiles as she steps down from the bus) Ma:…

Tara was born a happy lark! Be it her new pre-school, a swimming pool or an intimidating aunty (the one with huge glasses and a booming voice, who peers down and asks Mommy whether the baby has been good or not), she had always been able to handle challenges with charm, enthusiasm and a bewitching…

There, I said it. Now it’s out in the open and can’t be taken back. For years, I have followed Desperate Housewives like my life depended on it. One might judge me on the taste for the scandalous but my focus was always on the glamour of it all. The American Dream seems to be…

My hubby has raised his arms in surrender. He’s broke. My birthday, our anniversary and Mother’s day took its toll on him and now, Valentine’s Day is the final tip over the cliffJ Roses and wine are passé. So, we decided that reading, editing, liking and sharing our blogs is THE sign of True love!…

Call it my very first learning at work. People give all kinds of excuses like “Traffic” or  Alarm malfunction” or “Cute neighbour’s dog howling late night” to justify missing the 9:30 am deadline. Since my initiation into the corporate world, I had always aimed at that corner office and so, I decided to get classy…

On a Saturday, (were you expecting to sleep in?) the help calls at 6 AM to intimate a leave of absence – for the whole fortnight. Gulp! Mr. Spouse is at work and will be back home -late. The house is a complete mess; you have guests coming for dinner and the cartoons next door…

Bed time stories have their own allure. Mommies and daddies over the word relate stories; we relate sagas. Stories in our house are based on a three tier system. Level I: Hum book ke pictures dekhenge! (We’ll see the pictures!) Level II: mummy padhao! (Ma, you read!) Level III: Ab mummy papa -story sunao! (Ma,…

I woke up in a stranger’s room. As I scrambled to explore the uniqueness of my situation, an aunty came rushing to give me a hug. If I close my eyes, I can recall the exact pattern of the bedsheet and the sunlight filtering inside the room. I was hungry, confused and I wanted my…

Last Wednesday, I took my children to an Art and Craft class.I really wanted to nurture my daughter’s artistic abilities as mine are well outstanding! (Oh- I admit I may have taken pictures of my children’s art work and posted on Pinterest as my own). The truth of the matter is that I really wanted…