Dec 2010, Ahmedabad In July 2009 I was put on bed rest due to complications in my pregnancy. I have taught one class since. It was in my grandfather's house in India. My habit of teaching in living rooms continues. Maher, my two brothers, two cousins, and an uncle took the "Intro to Ashtanga" class … Continue reading Yoga House Ahmedabad
Author: natasha devalia
Author Poetry and Art books: ‘Tears and Grape Seeds’ 2025, ‘one touch of the rope’, 2024 and ‘Unseen Veins’, 2023
Zambian of South Asian descent, living in Thailand.
I write poetry, perform, and I’m currently an MFA (painting) student. The themes of my art whether expressed through movement, poetry, painting or as interdisciplinary forms include identity, belonging, mental health and family life.
Elevator ride. Part 2
A couple of days ago Leila and I took the elevator down from the 20th floor. She was in a single stroller. Two well dressed women started a conversation with and about L. Ms. Pink and Ms. Blue seemed to be working in offices in the building. Of course the usual "How cute," and "what … Continue reading Elevator ride. Part 2
The Old Macdonald story part four
R is still into Old Macdonald. A couple of nights ago he initiated the song with an "Ayi ayi O", and guided me through the rest. It went like this: Old Macdonald had a farm. E I E I O. And on that farm he had a... He said "mooooo". ...cow. E I E I … Continue reading The Old Macdonald story part four
7 years of marriage
Maher baked the most delicious chocolate cake, a double dark chocolate with orange rind, dark chocolate icing, and almost a marmalade layer. It was his improvised version of the Austrian Sacher torte, available on-line by the way. Our celebration was a quick fifteen minute affair. Had it lasted any longer our carpet would have had … Continue reading 7 years of marriage
Deep-knees downdog
OnoLisa's pics of Leila, Ahmedabad, December 2010.
FW: The mayonnaise jar and two beers
Reblogged from OnoLisa ---------------------------------- When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar…and the beer. A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very … Continue reading FW: The mayonnaise jar and two beers
Tattletale
Early this morning, while I was still half asleep R was chewing on one of Maher's ear phones. It was not the dangerous one where a piece comes off and is a serious choking hazard. I didn't react to it. There has been more than enough "No, not that." A little too much lately and … Continue reading Tattletale
Pacifier-free
Rahul stopped using the pacifier a week ago. I though it would be much harder than it has been. He asked for it only a handful of times since then and never insisted or cried. We simply told him he doesn't need it anymore. The trick was that for the first three days we were … Continue reading Pacifier-free
Wormwood Scrubs Park
A bright London day at Wormwood Scrubs Park. Maher often runs there when he is in London. We went with a couple of my close girl friends and an uncle. The endless grassy space mesmerized me. The four of us ran around and spun circles. R learned how to roll in the grass. The colorful … Continue reading Wormwood Scrubs Park
Happy father’s day, baba.
To a father who is present and full of love, from his children (by way of me!), who are in love with him.
Natasha Devalia 