I started this blog in 2010 when my new born twins were a few months old. It was my way of connecting with other mothers, of learning from them, of sharing my own stories, thereby having a creative outlet. It was also a way for me to journal some stories for the kids to read … Continue reading Do I Write About Them or Not? Twins, Tweens, Teens…
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
Rahul and Leila chopping play dough vegetables. Maher: Qu'est ce que tu cuisine Leila? Leila: Uhhh, I'm cooking mothika. Maher: Ah bon. C'est quoi "mothika"? Leila: Papa, ummm, en francais c'est lita.
A few months ago when the Chengdu rain was pouring incessantly, and probably around a full moon day, I bought a bunch of frames from Ikea. I picked a handful of my favorite paintings by R and L and created a colourful installation. Me: Do you think these two work in here, in the black … Continue reading Installation Art
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…
"Mum look kshhhhh, looook, kshhhh doing kshhhhh up kshhhhh down." That's what I heard this morning. Rahul was trying to tell me something. Something BIG of course. I was focused on staying out of his and Leila's hyper-excited way, working hard at Facebook. I look at him as he's throwing a toy into the air, … Continue reading Baby Newton
Some phrases I'm hearing often nowadays: "I do'd it already." "I taked off / take offed my shoes myself." "I pick upped the clothes." "I comed here before." "I throwed it...." "I bringed it..." "I catched it..."
Rahul caught a little cold yesterday. Rahul: Aaaaah mama, my nose not working. It's blocks ---------------------- Leila pointing at Rahul: I like this prince mama. Rahul: I not a prince, I little baby dinosaur. And the bickering began!
I wrote this 6 weeks ago. I would *never* have done such a thing today! ----------------------------- "Do you think we should tell Rahul to talk less loudly?" Maher asks me as he enters the kitchen in the evening. I walk over to the door, peek into the living room where L and R are playing. … Continue reading Too Loud
Conversation with a caretaker at a children’s park in Lusaka ------------ Woman: You are a Hindu, uh? I shake my head Woman: So you are a muslim? But you are not wearing a scarf on your head. Anyway, some don’t, uh? But why do you want to cover up your beauty when it was not … Continue reading Follow Your Husband