Amidst the everyday humdrumness, finding your little haven is paramount.

I often speak about chaos and the everyday mundanity of life. About troubles and banes. About the insanity of new motherhood and the accompanying weight of responsibility. I often unburden myself here on the blog and use it as a portal to bemoan my troubles, at the expense of you lovely folks. Venting troubles online...

10 PM- It’s a wrap for the little one.

Bubbles, cuddles- and off to snoozy land! Till next time.. Dr J.

Of optimism and hope.

  I love the bright, jarring city lights. Rustic beauty and rural charms do not besot me for long. Even the most beautiful, tranquil, nature infused vacation destinations bore me after a while. I miss the zippy, hotfooted life. I miss the swift and purposeful existence. I yearn for the sense of belonging and familiarity...

Chasing the sun!

At the crack of dawn, The Mister and I sneaked out of bed. Like an elite, enemy reconnaissance and rescue team, we made no sound and went about the motions in nigh darkness with trained precision. The Little One was to be left behind, and we were to leave without her knowledge. The poor thing would...

Ma Wednesday! This time, last year.

This time, last year.. At 37 weeks. Anxious and brooding. Gravid and bothered. With a lately blooming belly. And a rickety back. Breathless and bladderless. Refluxed and sleepless. Ever planning, and replanning; obsessively.   This time, last year. I am yet to meet my life's greatest joy. Yet to tune into her cries. And melt under her...

Ma Wednesday- Of fathers and daughters.

Their bond is beyond the comprehension of a mere mother. Their love unique and bereft of unnecessary discipline and vexation. They laugh. And play. And cry. And scream.   Their games are common and petty, yet profoundly engaging. They make water puddles and paper houses. They make napkin monsters and cookie castles. Fruits become legos...

Friday Flutters! A wise man’s words….

As I sit in nigh darkness, I contemplate the state of my life. And my love. Of chasing dreams. And of the sacrifices that such pursuits entail.   Of passion and perseverance. Or rather the surplus of passion and equivalent sparseness of the requisite perseverance. Can passion alone sustain one's dreams? Without the luxury of foresight,...

An ode to bad weather comrades.

  It is a man's vocation, I was told. It is a ferocious jungle, I was told. I would be eaten alive, I was told. The boys would taunt, I was told. The men would tease, I was told. I would never be taken seriously, I was told. I would never make friends, I was...

Of musical fountain induced introspection…

Have been meaning to write about the "Qatar Summer Festival" that has been on for a while now (since August 4). Had plans of visiting all the designated places, clicking pictures and sharing it with all my friends back home. It is due to culminate at the end of this month and I am yet...

Mr Fragmented Genius.

A new challenge. Here's a completely unedited, roughest of rough drafts (so "rough" that you might even find spelling errors!) of a story unfolding.... Let's see where we head to... A true test... Only type and publish... No proofreads....No edits.... Mr Fragmented Genius. The demons are back in full force. They unleash their full fury...