They actually left me!

So, one day Mammaa woke me up early. She usually lets me sleep till I want to, but that particular day was different. It was different in so many ways. She kept cooing things to me. Went on rambling about going "bye-bye" and "having fun" as she prepped my milk. Pappaa was ironing my clothes...

Of alter egos and food battles- 3!

I think food is disgusting. It's a vile, despicable monstrosity which will one day lead to the downfall of humankind. Really! It causes sheer wastage of anywhere between 5- 6 hours of my day. Hours which could be put to great use otherwise. I could run around in circles, climb up and down the couch...

A working mum’s perspective.

Lately, Facebook newsfeeds have been awash with stay-at- home- mum write- ups and blog posts. They call themselves SAHMs. Great. I love short hand. Sticking to the norms of nomenclature, I am therefore a sometimes-out- of- the- home- mum or SOOTHM. I don’t say “working mum” because all mothers definitely work! The articles say such...

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...