Leila's interpretation: Mama is carrying Rahul and I am jealous. Papa is next to me and there is a heart in the middle. (Did you see I drew a heart!?) Roman is a baby, and Mina is also a baby.
The Circus Continued
The Circus
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
Papa Hunter, Mama Gatherer
(For a long time = A long time ago) ----- On our way to the supermarket. R and L are playing at lifting each other. L: Let me carry you now. R: OK L: Uhhhh, you're too heavy for me. R: You can't because usually boys are stronger than girls, 'cause for a long time … Continue reading Papa Hunter, Mama Gatherer
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
Like a Coconut Tree
The phone rings in the morning. My brothers and I wake up. It rings again. The person on the other end won't give up. I rush into my parents bedroom to double check. Their unmade bed is empty. It's no dream. Mum and dad woke up their doctor friend in the middle of the night. … Continue reading Like a Coconut Tree
Who am I?
Rahul: Why Maher choosed you? Me: Ah, very good question, but this one you have to ask papa! Rahul: You and papa is in love? Me: Yes we are. Papa and I love each other. Rahul: You and papa loved each other before me and Leila came out of your belly? Me: Yes, we did, … Continue reading Who am I?
A Reason Not to Die
Lelia: Why your tattoo is still there after you shower? Me: Because it's a real one. It will never go away. Leila: Even when you die? Me: Yeah, even when... Leila: But I don't want to die. I want to see snow. Me: Oh really, you want to see snow? You will probably be able … Continue reading A Reason Not to Die
9 Years and Moving to the Beat
9 years ago today Maher and I got married. In Montreal. We were amidst close family and friends - a party we won't forget. Guajira - I Love U 2 Much There was dancing - from barefoot in the rain with Yerba Buena at the jazz fest, the garba and dandiya raas non-stop night, to … Continue reading 9 Years and Moving to the Beat
Natasha Devalia 