When Hips Cry – a memoir in process

I am currently in process of writing a memoir, When Hips Cry that is essentially a gift for my twins in the hope that they will have a story of where they have come from.  It chronicles the challenges and stories including their father’s stroke in China, my IVF process in India, their pre-term delivery as and … Continue reading When Hips Cry – a memoir in process

To My Zambian Friends

It is a self imposed exile I live I magically hide And protect myself From feelings of deep love, Of memories gone by, How do I say goodbye To this land and its people That I know and love deeply: The white toothy smiles The majestic trees Lining endless skies, The powerful energy in the … Continue reading To My Zambian Friends

For the Brothers

This August full moon, it's down to recycling my Raksha bandan post from two years ago. ----------- Raksha Bandan – Bond of Protection When I lived in Zambia my family celebrated Raksha Bandan, a North Indian festival that honours the love between sisters’ and brothers’. It falls on a full-moon in August every year. My … Continue reading For the Brothers

Hezbollah, the Cumin-timer, and the Box

At the Singapore airport last Sunday. We had South-Indian food for lunch, and North-Indian for dinner. I also got four Rasgulla, a Bengali paneer (home-made cottage cheese) based dessert. Me: Do you want to try this Leila? It's called Rasgulla. I used to eat a lot of this when I was little. Really yummy. Leila: … Continue reading Hezbollah, the Cumin-timer, and the Box

Frenglish

"We speak Frenglish," Rahul and Leila say as they squeal with laughter at the discovery of this new "word". They often use both French and English words in their sentences. Although we are a OPOL (One Person One Language) family, and are pretty consistent with it, the kids are now mixing up both French and … Continue reading Frenglish

Papa speaks Francais

Early one morning a couple of weeks ago. Leila: Where's papa? Me: He's on a plane, going to Houston, in America. Rahul: Like the pilgrims? Me: Yah, to America like the pilgrims. But he's on a plane, not a boat, so he'll be there by tomorrow. Leila: Can you be papa? Me: What do you … Continue reading Papa speaks Francais

For Just Being There

In July last year, Maher bought me an iPhone for our anniversary. My frist ever Smartphone. Of course, I didn't even open it for a few months. Now I'm hooked. And then my brother introduced me to WhatsApp while complaining about how people don't just pick up the phone and call for a few minutes. … Continue reading For Just Being There

How November Whizzed By…

A Family of Scorpios and My Non-Existent Asana Practice November 1: Happy Birthday Rahul and Leila November 7: “He won,” Maher exclaims as I walk in. “Now I’m ready to move to America!” he winks. “But I don’t want to go to America on the Mayflower,” Rahul says. “If we go to Plymouth, America, we … Continue reading How November Whizzed By…

Pre-school and a Post at Multicultural Mothering

My kids have been in pre-school for almost a week now. Thankfully, the transition couldn't have been smoother. Day 1 was fine. They didn't really know what they were in for. Second day Rahul wouldn't let go of me. Leila waved good-bye, and tried to get her brother to let go of my hand. "Come … Continue reading Pre-school and a Post at Multicultural Mothering