You have to see this to believe it!!!But for me it's a routine thing: to watch my baby chat with his dearest friend, the dim light, on and off. And I tell you, it's a sight to behold. My going-to-be-four-month-old, holds silent sign conversations with his dim light friend in his bedroom. He smiles. He chuckles. And goes huh...huh...huh...huh for a while, while communicating with his friend. Seeing him do this often, i've made it a point to include the dim light in all our conversations as well. Pointing towards the light i tell him more often than not, "muttu speak to the light, while i am filling your feeding bottle; muttu stop crying, rather share your grief with your light friend; "muttu, look, look here's your light friend and now have your milk, and stop being so fussy and cranky." Of course, muttu obeys: he's too small to fall into the disobedience trap. In fact, i carry out the routine chores in the house, leaving him in the company of his light friend and muttu will keep staring and will keep conversing with it for quite some time...though this technique has not come to my rescue in the recent times. Anyway, be it dawn or dusk the dim light is always on in his room.
Post written as part of Freewrite for Write Tribe. (Both my kids are down with viral, so pardon me if i am unable to visit and comment on your blog posts.)
This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 43; the forty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "LIGHT" (Today, fifteen-years ago, Roshini
had first lighted this antique designer diya at her dilapidated shanty. Today,
fifteen-years after, Roshini is still excited about this old designer diya; and
she’d once again light it up with all the energy and enthusiasm; but no, not at her shabby shanty.)
The designer diya was old, dull, dim
and dinted. It lay there in the corner of the kitchen store room unwanted, uncared for amidst other regular
diyas, half-burnt candles, unused rangoli
colors, plastic thorans: all tightly tied-up and
stored in a thick polythene bag. Deepawali cleaning was going on in
full swing; and for best reasons known to Reshma, my mai…
A super short post: yes, I had reserved it for the final day.
For various reasons,
one being sounding sycophant, I was wary of writing this post. But after reading, “Don’t Think of the
Blue Ball” by Malati Bhojwani (as part of readerscosmos review), I knew in my hearts of hearts that what I am
doing was right. Yes, the book pumped me up so much!
The premise of the
book is quite promising. It talks about gratitude, thankfulness and appreciation for people
around you. In fact, the author suggests readers to maintain a Daily Gratitude
Journal, wherein they should thank all the people who helped them during
the day. (Sadly though, am yet to come up with such a journal.)
So much for the greatness of the book. Honestly, I always wished to thank many bloggers promptly and profoundly for visiting my small space
for these last seven days (well, almost), by replying to their priceless comments, but I admit, I've
miserably failed to do so. Time constraints…hope you understand. So, here I a…
Goa - It's 3702 square kms of pure adrenaline, where the sun, the sea and the sand never go on a vacation.
But then, for me and my family, it was the Holy churches, Home-stay concept and the Carpet of greenery turned out to be the ultimate showstoppers. (Talking about churches and greenery, Goa and Kerala could be referred as twin sisters. They are so much alike in terms of food, climate, churches and the greenery around. The moment we entered Goa I became extremely nostalgic.)
We were in Thivim, Goa from January 23, 2017, to January 27, 2017, and we loved every bit our stay at Ajit Navelkar’s Villa. We had booked his house online through Airbnb, and I tell you, it was worth every penny spent. My younger one liked the house so much so that he nicknamed it as our “Doosra Ghar.”
By the way, our Doosra Ghar was huge. The living room was spacious and lovely. From the wooden lamps to the lighting arrangement to the perfectly synced wall frames and the wooden furniture, almost every…