A little less self-focussed, a little more caring

I remember last year, we were at my daughter’s friend’s birthday party. It was a ‘Frozen’ themed party. The enthusiastic parents had left no stone unturned in giving their daughter, a birthday of her dreams. A spacious banquet hall of a four-star hotel was booked. They adorned it with shiny silver and aqua curtains, crystal…

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…

Why I am a blended mama

Recently I realized that I am a mix between a helicopter and a dolphin. ┬áSometimes I tend to be a helicopter mama, more because of the fact that I hover around my kid, and less because I am an aviator’s wife. (Well, my husband flies a helicopter, but that doesn’t ‘qualify’ him to be a…