Zahan and Kayan loved playing on the rocky beach while their parents snoozed in the shack. It was exciting scouring for shells and other treasures that were washed ashore among the flotsam. Suddenly Zahan spotted something and ran toward it, his fat feet stepping gingerly on the hot pebbles. “Look Kay! Come quick! See what… Read More The Plane #FridayFotoFiction
With Little P attaining the new milestone of Age Two, the word I hear most these days is NO. It is no wonder then that I associate the word NO with the letter N. In an effort to wean him off this favourite word, I decided to play a game with him. Would you like… Read More N is for NO, NO , NO
This morning’s peace was shattered not in the usual way with screeching brakes or honking horns, but with the shouts of Lef, Lef, Lef, Rye, Lef. Indeed, I realised how soon yet another academic year has passed us by when the girls in the school opposite begin their marching practice for the Inter-Schools Athletic meet… Read More Marking Time – The Futility of Marching.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda If I had the power to change one thing, I would would change my decision to send my daughter abroad to study. All over my house there are pictures of two smiling girls, my girls who look back… Read More A gaping hole