Learning and Unlearning of Dr.Jekyll and Madam Hyde.
parenting, being i mother and being mothered have so many layers to it.
If you suffer from CHAOS that is can't have anyone over syndrome, like I did step in and see if my experience helps. Amma got into the car her luggage in the boot, while she and I sat comfortably behind. Ganesh is a safe driver; I do not need to worry about the road. “How …
Continue reading "One Month to Reclaiming Your house from CHAOS"
Its mother’s day. What can I gift my mother for mother’s day. We have been fed with amazing stories of mothers, Kunti, Jijabhai’s and Kaikeyi’s. From our tradition. Coming to independent India we have the all we have that lady I forget her name, the abused sacrificing doormat mother. I think her name was Sulochana …
Its that time of the year, Advent, feast, carols, christmas trees, Just a little request to santa.
Hello santa,
I am pondering over my wish list for Christmas.
This letter is to Santa Claus who sings and lives in the North Pole and not Santa Singh friend of Banta Singh.
I knew of your existences when I was a little girl at Manipal. You were there at the church ,giving us gifts and toffee, Christmas eve. We sang Rudolf the red nosed reindeer, and Jingle bells. Of course we did not ask for gifts or make lists, because those were not the days of flipkart or mall sponsored Santa. We did enjoy singing and then hogging the “eggless Christmas cake Ruby aunty made.” Oh! Yes we did not ask for gifts, because were told it was rude to ask, and being rude meant not good behaviour so we automatically would be not eligible for the gifts, and also we were not sure if you knew the addresses…
View original post 396 more words
It is joy of giving week Mama shares the small but import difference between giving and sharing Without really thinking about it the word give always meant to put into possession of another for his or her use, As an intransitive verb it meant to make gifts or presents, When I heard of this day I …
Continue reading "Mama’s guide to difference between sharing and giving."
I am hurt, angry and want to forget that I am 50+ and stamp my feet like the youngest inner child trapped in me, BlogAdda you have hurt me so terrible, that I shall go and eat some worms, big ones small ones wriggly wiggly one. Don’t stare at me, okay I get it you …
Continue reading "Mah jawbox ay dishes–rescuer — Big Bosch!!"
There are something’s akinned to Chinese torture.. Endless... repetitive and monotonous one of them is house work. The clean becomes soiled, the soiled is cleaned over and over again, dust-bunnies seem to invade the minute you take a shut eye. It is kind of like growing up never finished. April 7th is that utopia day …
