What I do all Day

A couple of years back, I was having lunch at my cousin’s marriage, sitting at a table of eight or nine people, some of whom were distant relatives. We were having awkward small talks across the table. The conversation revolved largely around how well the ceremony was conducted, various assumptions regarding the price of the…

The sad story of a Peanut butter cake

I painstakingly make a whole wheat peanut butter cake with peanuts caramelized in brown sugar/jaggery…. And my daughter says “I don’t want it.” I claim that it’s healthy and that I am sending it as tiffin to school. She replies, “but I don’t like peanuts. Make me something else.” It was only two days back…

How to apologize to a Snake

I got up from bed that morning at around 7 O’ clock. Feeling groggy from the frequent sleep disruptions caused by my daughter in the night, I walked lazily into the kitchen to get my usual morning caffeine fix. While opening the door to the outside , I felt something fall on me. Thinking that…

The Guilt-free Parent

It was a day, as usual as any other day. My two year old daughter was her usual self. I decided to give her a hair cut while she was watching TV. But each time I was almost cutting the hair over her ears, she moved away. I kept on telling her patiently, that ‘mama…