Rice, rainbows, summers, and some sensory play

What does rice have to do with rainbows and summers? You may ask. Its like this, as working parents, school holidays were our biggest dread. The nanny had to come on time, the kiddo had to be pacified, distracted or conned depending on his mood that particular day and we had to find parks, playgrounds or television to keep him occupied. I remember days when he just didn’t want us to leave and I have literally cried my way to work. From what I have heard, stay at home parents don’t have it any easier. Holding the attention of your … Continue reading Rice, rainbows, summers, and some sensory play

Spring, the great outdoors, and a love for colours!

I feel like spring is an underrated season here in India. I have always loved the carpets of yellow by the copper pod flowers, tufts of pink from the rain tree and the bursts of orange and red from the gulmohar. These have given way to more global blooms in new expanding cities like the cherry blossoms and lilac flowers in certain pockets. Being home with the kids, seeing their wonder in these flowers and leaves and the ground filled with colour is truly infectious. The older of my boys gave up his afternoon nap even before he turned 4, … Continue reading Spring, the great outdoors, and a love for colours!

Speak to your child of SUDAN

When I was 9 years old my parents moved to Kenya, in Africa. It was an impressionable age for a child to move countries and I was struck by the amazing stories Africa had to offer, literally. Once we settled in we’d heard a lot about two things – the Big 5 and the great Rift Valley. For the story of this post I’ll take you through the Big 5, we’ll leave the rift valley for another time. As most Indian families in the late eighties / nineties we had barely travelled except to visit family in other cities and … Continue reading Speak to your child of SUDAN

Creating the right spaces to explore colour

As the school bus drew to stop in front of me, on one of the days I was waiting to pick up my elder son from school, I couldn’t see his familiar frame near the bus steps ready to alight. I realized he was still sitting and refused to leave the bus even when the caretaker called out to him, when he finally came down he was upset, crying and basically had no hold on his emotions. When we got home I gave him some papers and for the first time handed him the fevicol glue stick and told him … Continue reading Creating the right spaces to explore colour