Wildflowers in the monsoon – watercolour art

On most days as I walk in the rain, little splashes of colour peek out shyly. From beneath lush green leaves or growing between concrete paver blocks as if to say look at us, all we need is a slice of earth. The wildflowers that nobody plants, that grow of their own freewill. That stubbornly refuse to bow to the lashing of the rains no matter how hard. They smile at you with bright shining colours as we get through the motions of our everyday lives. There is always a reason to smile, things are never as bleak as they … Continue reading Wildflowers in the monsoon – watercolour art

Of Amla and the markets

It’s seventeen months since the children last saw their schools and teachers, seventeen months since they interacted with their peers at school. Online school isn’t the same, every child doesn’t get the chance to be seen and heard, which is not an easy thing to reconcile for little children, or big ones for that matter. It’s also been seventeen months since we were able to walk out and buy our vegetables locally, or pick up our groceries at the local grocer’s. We are scheduled for our second vaccine this week and hopefully that makes it slightly easier to go back … Continue reading Of Amla and the markets

Of Independence and interdependence

These days ‘mom’ is synonymous with a number of things – I need help with an art project ‘MOM’, I can’t find my sock ‘ MOM’, Should I flush this time or should it be the next? ‘MOM’. What’s for breakfast ‘MOM’, can I have a snack ‘MOM’. Well, it so happens that this ‘MOM’ happens to be one person only with a single mind (that is often scattered, thanks to online everything.) who hears this 20 million times a day. It wasn’t helping my sanity nor improving our relationship, as you may have guessed by now. In writing this … Continue reading Of Independence and interdependence

If Parenting was a game of Super Mario

Today in the life of Super Mario Mothers (you know, like in Super Mario brothers) You wake up and realize its 7 am and princess peach (aka this day of school) may just have gotten away from you. So Ready set go! A cup of tea comes your way, take it, grow a size and jump over some Goombas. Child one is up as soon as you wake him, you just ducked a koopa there, way to go! He’s in time to actually brush, eat breakfast and head to school. You made 3 perfect stars and coins. Level 1 completed. … Continue reading If Parenting was a game of Super Mario

The many Goddesses of my kitchen

The kitchen is not my zen space, in fact I don’t enjoy being in the kitchen at all. I procrastinate entering the kitchen as much as I can and once inside I hurry through the cooking process so I can get out as quickly as I can. I dislike my kitchen, it feels unproductive to spend so much time making something that is polished off in 15 minutes! Why then do you cook, you ask, if you don’t like it so much don’t do it. And you would be right! I didn’t, until this dang pandemic sent us all into … Continue reading The many Goddesses of my kitchen