Parwatisingari's Weblog

Category: bringing up mother

  • School … and peace prevails.

    I am looking at all those back to school articles. Being a child at home alone in the summer is a high-risk occupation.  If you call your mother at work thirteen times an hour, she can hurt you.  ~Erma Bombeck ask my kids they’ll vouch for its verity. A friend of mine was envying  …

  • Summer stories.

    Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.–Saul Bellow Sugarcane field near Bromo (Indonesia 2009) Summer memories that bring a smile on my face. there are so many, the high light of it all was unfailingly the 11th of April year after year in those magical years as child, before…

  • A Hairy-tales Fairy tale ending.

    … Truly, the end of my hairy tale. Indeed, all of 45years, and I am the walking hoarding that says, God made a few perfect heads and covered the rest with hair, of course the crab helped me achieve the perfection. Jokes apart, my hair-raising tale began as far away in time as my early…

  • Hair-groom.

    In search of the Hair-groom. Seen those matrimonial column, “wanted fair brides” well now imagine being born in a joint family as the fifth girl, no sons in view, four others fair, straight nosed and straight-haired. So you know what I grew up with. Fortunately for me I was born in a Tulu household were…

  • Literary Agent

    Originally posted on My Bookshelf: This is an interview mailed by Louis Vas, I am sharing this without his permission. I hope he will excuse me. Since there seem to be quite a few aspiring authors in Goa, below is anot so recent  interview with a literary agent in Mumbai, which may behelpful in their…

  • re-enforcing listening.

    1997 my grandmother passed away, I was winding up her house, I came across a file, where all the letters that my brother and I had written to her were filled, she had marked appreciating comments she had notes things that she had to discuss with my mother from her observation of the letter, they…