We would have had just finished our lunch boxes. I don’t remember clearly now, but the chana cost either rupees ten or rupees two. Probably ten. Our lunch boxes were the same throughout school life, but this school had a great attraction after the lunch, the chana seller outside the school gates. I have had … Continue reading Want to get chana?
who has dropped off her precious toddler at the play-school. This little guy has been with me a while now. And with me, I mean that him and me have been inseparable the past few years. This inseparable-ness was borne out of necessity as we were breastfeeding and I was at home always. So now … Continue reading Inside the mind of a mum
Book: No ghosts in this city by Uddipana Goswami Part 5 - Assam One feature of a cosmopolitan place is that the culture gets jumbled. At least, as children, there is freedom and much joy in friendship with the others. An Axamiya child goes in and out many houses, savoring the duck eggs and buffalo … Continue reading Fading away in the harshness
Part 5 - Telangana Looking back, it seems like I spent a large portion of my wandering years in this State. We were first in Hyderabad, maybe close to the iconic Charminar. Now about the Charminar, once every couple of years, they would close the top floor right after someone attempts (yet again) a suicide jump. … Continue reading Living in the twin cities
From the book: Part 4 - Telangana When they were not otherwise occupied, the Madiga children would climb mango trees, play games of Gilli danda and Kabaddi, or the boys would go swimming in deep wells. All children would learn to swim by watching their friends. In the beginning the adults might tie palm wood rafters … Continue reading The Madiga children
I had always felt faintly uneasy there. Kids had dug up six holes at even distances in the ground to play some sort of a game with tiny stones. Boys would catch dragonflies and tie a long thread to its tail, with a message attached. In first class, I was asked to draw a yellow … Continue reading The school in Lamphel
I am ringing in the new year with a baby in my lap, he is almost asleep while I listen wide awake to the celebratory fireworks going out in our neighbourhood. It is exhausting but comfortable in a way. Our mums' group had a photo of people partying before they had any of these kids. … Continue reading To brilliant beginnings once again
We had a children's play yesterday which threw into relief the many little acts of friendship amongst the kids, and some inevitable tears. I can manage a false sense of bravado on stage. I do exceeding well on interviews. But talking to strangers and making friends is a no go for me. So this post … Continue reading To the many girls
My daughter remarked that her brother looked like a witch on the broomstick. ('We' had borrowed that broomstick from a friend and never returned. "She said I can keep it!") Me being the grammar police, rushed in to correct her saying, oh he is a wizard. I don't think she paid much attention to me. … Continue reading Magic, much?
I read an article today about how much we are codling our children. There is a whole host of expert opinion out there about how children have no free playtime and how we do not let them use sharp tools to learn essential life skills. I get it. Maybe as a constant reader, I … Continue reading Stepping back or not