Just as Nora Fatehi grooved seductively to “Hila de hila de kamariya” on screen my Angel’s tiny waist swayed cutely in tune with it. The first time I witnessed this scene I felt my blood pressure shoot up with every passing second. Was this an apt song for a toddler to dance to? Did I… Read More Music, dancing and kids
Anna took Kevin’s hands in hers, painfully aware of the contrast between his battered with her perfectly manicured ones. He opened his eyes with extreme effort and whispered a barely audible “Mom…” before closing them forever. Anna sat stunned and motionless, tears streaming down her reddened eyes. He was supposed to be home for his… Read More Anna and the umbrella #WoWe
“Where did they get this from?” is one question that keeps niggling me every time I see my kids hop animatedly at the sight of a McDonalds or a Burger King. They aren’t fans of burgers, mind you. It is the French fries that make them drool. A quick stop at any of these joints… Read More F is for French Fries #BlogchatterA2Z
Dear Angel, It often happens that I sit to write something for you with an amazing string of thoughts in my mind but no amount of words ever do any justice to them. I write and rewrite, over and over, feeling that I haven’t conveyed even a minuscule percentage of what I intended to. Motherhood… Read More Mommy to a 4yo Angel 🙂
My wittiest humour fell short of words trying to find an apt sneer for what lay in front of my eyes. The real me, hidden under umpteen dreadful folds of skin, pleaded to be released from the lumpy cage. The scale, while encountering appalling disappointment and few unshed tears, was spared from facing the brunt. Sure… Read More Claiming myself back: Why was tipping the scale necessary? #MyFriendAlexa