Even as a little girl I was chided for having no concept of order, a.k.a, a messy desk. Here’s how it went down: mom would threaten to throw all my “junk.” I would grudgingly clean my desk — organize the shelves, throw the scraps of paper lying around, align the text books, stow away...
Read More »
Your parents aren’t always right. They are not flawless. They’re not always virtuous. They won’t always be there when you need them. They lie. They err. They fight. They sometimes set bad examples. They are unreasonable. They are demanding. They are needy. A lot of times they’re simply selfish. At all times — they’re...
Read More »
As I lie in bed coughing, battling body ache, and trying to kill that monster playing ping-pong in my head with Advil, I think of mom and dad.Twenty years ago, I’d be smothered with care and affection. Soup, fruit, hot meals, sponge baths, loving fingers caressing my messy hair … needs met before I...
Read More »
As I mentioned in one of my earlier blog posts, I am surrounded by children under the age of two these days. It also means, being around frenzied, sleep-deprived adults. They’re reading books, visiting sites online, getting (sought or unsought) advice from parents in India, craving time with and away from their kid, consolidating...
Read More »
I have been spending a lot of time with toddlers recently. Almost 95 percent of our Indian friend circle in the Bay Area have kids in the age range of 0-24 months and I, inadvertently, end up being the “entertainer” for their little ones. I choose that role because it allows me to experience...
Read More »
It is amazing how much pity I’ve garnered in the last three decades just by virtue of being an only child. From relatives to friends and acquaintances everyone has given me a fair share of sympathetic support. It has been endearing while at the same time amusing to be the object of affection of...
Read More »
