Skanda (in reception) has a friend in year 5. His name is Big Louie, “because there is a little Louie in my class mama”. I heard her say “HEY BIG LOUIE!” once after school to a beautiful 10 (11?) year old half Asian boy and he was nice enough to nod at her. “That’s Big... Continue Reading →
I remember my first day of school. Well, to be fair, what I actually remember is coming back home, running a little ahead of my mother, ringing our doorbell, completely forgetting that there was a small beehive on it and getting stung all over. I remember the tweezers at the doctor’s after. And the ceaseless... Continue Reading →
What will it take? Psylocibin and a shaman? Some rest? A little meditation? Maybe a swim in the local pool everyday? How about a militant routine of things to do? Therapy and breath exercises? Meeting new people? Distraction could be an option. A new hobby or instrument. A foreign language could do the trick. Right?... Continue Reading →
It's like living in a nebula. Everyday is a blur and everything moves at the speed of light. Skanda is 2 and she is excited. Excited about every morning, about eating fruit, about bubble baths, her blocks, going on bike rides, finding a rock, finding a stick, me sticking my tongue out at her, going... Continue Reading →
I spent the afternoon lying next to my sleeping daughter in my mother's house. The fan was drowning out most of the traffic noise from 6 floors below and the gentle breath of my daughter was amplified because of how close I was to her. I've not felt this safe or relaxed in quite a... Continue Reading →
I have a favourite knife. It's been with me since 2014. It's a multipurpose chef's knife and it replaced my cleaver that I had had since 1999. I should add that I've been cooking since I was 18. The first 3 years were because it was part of my hotel management course and food production... Continue Reading →
I've always run away from routine. The idea of knowing where I'm going to be the same time tomorrow sucked the fun out of daily adventure. I didn't care if the next day or week was going to be worse than this day or week, as long as it was different. After college and the... Continue Reading →
I fell in love at The Cat & Mutton, the almost 300-year-old pub at the north end of Broadway market. I didn't know at the time that I was falling in love but it was happening. On a sunny day in July (August?) a few years ago my friend Meghna and I met another friend,... Continue Reading →
I always knew I wanted kids. But I always wanted kids later. Definitely not in my twenties. I was too busy setting the world on fire and not even thinking of tomorrow. Not in my early thirties because I had just met the man I was going to spend my life with. Mid thirties? I... Continue Reading →
It's been a while since I wrote on here. I tried a few times and got fairly far but then decided to delete everything because every word I wrote reeked of effort. I spent the last 6 months toying with the idea of writing about Tuppy, my closest friend who I lost very unexpectedly last... Continue Reading →
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