Early Sunday morning, I tell L and R that I’ll be out until lunch; that I’ll be teaching Pranayama (breath-work) workshops. “Afu Pa-ya-ma-na,” Rahul pleads with outstretched arms. (Afu is what he calls himself.) I pick him up; tell him that he can do some Pranayama with me, but that he’s got to stay with … Continue reading In the Game
Category: Maher aka papa aka baba
Maher enjoys the stories that make him seem like a hero!
Hit by a Whirlwind
Last night, we had to dodge: balls, balloons, trains and tracks, horses, blocks, dolls, grapes, icing, biscuits, sippy cups, shoes, 15 or more little people, and as many big people, to get anywhere. Rahul was fixated on a little blond girl. He's a flirt and charmer, but this time, it was to keep HER (not … Continue reading Hit by a Whirlwind
A Walk down a Montreal Memory Lane
(I started this about a month ago, immediately after the walk; and worked on it again over the last few days.) The sun rose a few hours after we arrived in Montreal. As everyone went back to sleep for the early morning, I got R, and L into their stroller and headed out for a … Continue reading A Walk down a Montreal Memory Lane
Pancakes, Chocolate Milk, and an Award.
I got an award. The Versatile Blogger Award. The last time I was awarded anything I was 16. So man was I shocked, and ecstatic! And it's for my blogging. I only started doing this a few months ago. I'm a novice. It's encouraging to know that someone is reading this stuff though, and even … Continue reading Pancakes, Chocolate Milk, and an Award.
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
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.
Mat moments
L and R watching an interview of Richard Freeman on my computer screen. They were engrossed. L singing "nummmm" and R "Ohhhhh" after they heard Richard chanting Om. L pointing at a photo of David Swenson saying "papa". M reading a story to L after a run, in Pigeon pose. R trying to feed M … Continue reading Mat moments
Days and dates re: the last post
Since TODAY is Sunday, yesterday must have been Saturday. I don't know the date on most days. I obviously don't have the days down either. Before R and L were born I didn't miss a birthday or anniversary. Yesterday Maher reminded me that it was the 7th of May, a date we arbitrarily picked to … Continue reading Days and dates re: the last post
A quiet Sunday afternoon date…
at a quaint Chengdu tea house. Eleven years together.
Natasha Devalia 