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Tag: nostalgia

  • Following Mama’s footsteps.. bring up baby

    We become parents the moment we give have a child, but parenting is a different game ball 24/7 is the only shift they offer specially if you’re a mother, I have heard about this from my grandmother one who would be 100 odd years if she was alive and another who would be 90, and…

  • Memories…

    When you ask a mother of 23yrs, to share memories, you are creating Frankenstein monster.  These moments are there, they are the ones that root me to the earth. When I am down and lonely they are all there to nourish me back. When it comes to my daughters there are very few bad moments,…

  • Aah! for some refreshment.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQ3uhnByS1k Rain drops  and roses and whiskers and  kitten, Blue satin ribbons and warm woollen mittens These are a few of my favourite things The sleeping murder is about a woman who remembers seeing a murder when she was about 2yrs, she did not remember who, and did not remember anything else  of course through…

  • Uplifting Showers

    Uplifting showers. Its pouring quite heavily though not the blanket of torrential rains of my childhood but incessant. The weather is damp and wet outside. Can you imagine the loveliness of being warm snug inside the house when the weather out is cold and damp? Storms and rains literally change the energy in the air…

  • Lif-tick lore

    We were in class three, the parents day, our class was to perform the folk dance called Koravanji. The checked cotton sari’s collected beads chains and ear hoops, colourful flowers, bells on the feet. Mothers had diligently packed the list the teachers gave and we went to school “half day” on reaching the school in…

  • Madras mail.

    Nandini, Arvind, karishma, and Ramit are recreating the Chennai express magic, and I am getting nostalgic. For us it was Madras Mail, from Mangalore to Chennai, the excitement would begin, when we reached the Mangalore station those days there were just three trains leaving the station. There was Kasargod station, where my grandfather’s sister and…