We know her, Monalisa. She is famous. For her cryptic smile. Why does she smile so? It was an afternoon at the office. I was at work, a new recruit. Fresh out of college. The first month. New job, new possibilities. Just like the ad, naya ghar, nayee gaadi, nayee biwi. None of those, but … Continue reading Why does she smile so?
Smell the air. Go out and try it. Or early in the morning when the sun is not fully come in yet. This is only in winter. There is probably some natural chemistry behind this (or someone burning wood somewhere), but the fragrance of the air cannot be beat by random chemical perfumes. For me, … Continue reading On a winter’s night
So the elementary school kid's PE teacher told the class (ages 8 and 9) about his PE teacher. So his PE teacher, if the kids did not get ready in 4 minutes, would come into the locker room and disregard what and how the kids were dressed (or not), and come close to their faces … Continue reading Why?
I am writing this here, but fear not, I have no aspirations to become a romance writer. I wanted to chime in because we have been enjoying this Malayalam song quite a lot, especially the kids. It was a school day and the non-school going kid and me were drinking tea and listening to this … Continue reading Kuppaayam tales
There are rains in this desert. When it rains for about a total of five days in a year here, it floods. It is a bit odd. Unsettling. Maybe not the weather. It is all these large empty rooms. I feel like we should invite a lot of friends every week to share the house. … Continue reading Clouds in the desert
If you (or we, or I, whom so ever all these blog posts are addressed to) go to a grocery store here or a gardening shop or a clothing store, anywhere at all, if you are out and about kind of gal. Which I am not. At all. But I live with a family and … Continue reading Things I don’t understand
There was a thought that struck me in the late morning when kid and myself were hard at gardening. We were, or I was, trying to dig a pit deep enough to plant some Tuscan Blue Rosemary. I think it is not edible. I hope the plant doesn't dry off before I plant it. It … Continue reading Here we dig, roots or something
So an adorable thing happened. Perhaps a bit scary to the main protagonist of this story, but quite a lot adorable and heart warming for the mama who witnessed it. So the kid is about 2 or 3 or 4 years of age. Just about one of those numbers. And they get their first dream … Continue reading When we remember our dreams
Bought and planted sometime October 2019. Today’s is November 5. Still baby kale. Also being eaten by creatures.
Now you see it. It? What? The cake? Cake? Noting down my cake preferences for future reference. Prettily decorated cakes are great to look at and people come up with awesome looking cakes each day. I love looking at them too. But. I have never enjoyed eating such cakes. So, whenever I bake a cake, … Continue reading Now you don’t