…. the colours of life with my kids
Joys of childhood are somehow very special. Aren't they ? Our days were uncluttered and distractions were few... it was as if we had all the time in the world to 'stop and smell the roses' and we found joy in the simple lil things... Here I have pictures of a couple of plants that... Continue Reading →
Ganesh Chaturthi ... the festival always brings back fond memories of childhood. We used to enjoy the festivities, especially the evening aarti in the pandal close to our home in Belgaum. The community celebration is what made it so exciting perhaps! The desire to be right at the front in the pandal, aarti recital by... Continue Reading →
4 months and counting... This year, we'd planned to have a programme during the first quarter or at least during the kid's summer vacations. We all got more regular with the classes, practised better and we were generally gearing up towards the big day. And boom! The lockdown meant us having to miss our dance... Continue Reading →
Today is June 1st! This was dad's refrain when he came back from his walk, this morning. It took sis n me a moment to realise what he was referring to... June 1st almost always meant start of the new school year. Well, it was like a date set in stone for us, during our... Continue Reading →
The skies become cloudy and I wonder if its going to rain. The thought of rain takes me to the balcony and I instinctively scan the pots to see if there are any buds waiting to bloom... Yes... rains bring along with them the pretty rain lilies. Bangalore has been having its share of rains... Continue Reading →
Ammu has her study holidays going on and is generally around in the morning when I'm getting ready to go to work. Here's a conversation from a couple of days ago, when I was draping the saree and looking for a pin - Me: my mom never wore pins.. she used to wear similar cotton... Continue Reading →
There is something magical about the moon! Isnt it 🙂 Nostalgia rushes in when I think of the moon... Lil me being fed lovingly by granma or mom, while being told tales about the moon. And that scene repeated with my little sisters and then with little Ammu and little Adi... goes on... isnt it... Continue Reading →
In India, Neem tree has been a revered one through the ages. Granma used to tell us that Neem tree near the entrance of the house is very beneficial and that summers are made cooler by the sway of its branches 🙂 We dont live in an independent house and hence there was no scope... Continue Reading →
I remember that the first time we were taught about the parts of a flower, it was the hibiscus that was used as an example. We had to draw the cross section of the flower and label the different parts. I had always loved drawing and has always loved the hibiscus as well! 🙂 I remember... Continue Reading →
Jamun, the fruit has been one of the favorites during our childhood in Belgaum. We knew it as Jambul then, and we would wait eagerly for the cart vendors to arrive with the ripened jambul. These were usually garnished with a bit of salt in order to enhance the taste. And, the fact that it coloured the... Continue Reading →
We all scream for Ice cream!! 🙂 yayy!! Summer's here with soaring temperatures and so are ice creams and fruit juices to cool us down. Ice cream is much loved by everyone in our family. I'm famously known for gobbling up my share and borrowing from sis always during our childhood days 😀 Dad especially encourages... Continue Reading →
As small children, me and sis1 would fight over who would sleep with you. It felt wonderfully soft and cozy and cuddly.. we just loved to sleep with you. You would walk with me to school and back.. I do not remember this vividly but I know it to be an important part of my... Continue Reading →
.. the flower!! I'm sure Ammu would have instantly assumed I'm talking about Jasmine, the Disney princess 🙂 Aaah jasmine... the flowers bring back many many fond memories.. Summer vacations in Madurai The evenings when we would eagerly wait for the flower vendor Granma teaching me the art of tying the flowers using fibre of... Continue Reading →
Through the years... On some days, she is the one to throw tantrum and not relent till I give in.. On some other days, I am the one yelling in anxiousness 😦 On yet other days, thata keeps on warning that time's up which irks her further... And, there are some days when he gets... Continue Reading →
few precious memories are all that are left now.. to hold and cherish.. Its 12 years to the day you left us. We have grown through the pain and the tears, missing you, needing you... Through the daily joys and struggles , the pain seems to have gone... to have been numbed... but still it... Continue Reading →
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