Category: bringing up mother

  • The Toykin

    The Toykin

    The terrible toy eating Toykin is here. Ten pairs of green fleet, Crawling down the Fleet Street. Eyes like a cluster of mustard seeds Tails with shiny crystal beads. Tip toeing, sneaking and peaking. Toykins comes from Toyland, It’s the strewn toys he cannot stand, To the forgotten toys he lends a hand. Quick, let’s…

  • One Month to Reclaiming Your house from CHAOS

    One Month to Reclaiming Your house from CHAOS

    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…

  • Healing the Mother on Mother’s day

    Healing the Mother on Mother’s day

    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…

  • Wish list ter santa.

    Originally posted on Parwatisingari's Weblog: 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…

  • Mama’s guide to difference between sharing and giving.

    Mama’s guide to difference between sharing and giving.

    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…

  • Mah jawbox ay dishes–rescuer — Big Bosch!!

    Mah jawbox ay dishes–rescuer — Big Bosch!!

    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…