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Category: Pregnancy

The seemingly insurmountable peaks and valleys of ‘trying’

I have known forever that I want two children. Friends shake their heads at the living embodiment of a cliché that I am and it is true too; if I had been raised in the West, I am sure my idea of an ideal home would include a white picket fence. So I’ve always had…

Two pink lines!

Well, that’s what this blog was supposed to be called. Two pink lines for that much-awaited (much-dreaded?!) sending-a-shiver-down-your-spine outcome on a bathroom floor that turns your entire life upside down for better or for worse. I got mine more than a year ago, on a rainy August morning, in a test taken sneakily while the…

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It is priceless to be handed down in the here and now, things that were made in a different generation at a different time for a different purpose. I always adore things that tell a story, that have been used by someone else with love; their very essence seems to permeate the object. Possessions that have been in the family for generations also serve to remind me of our past, our roots, of all those who have walked before us and the fleeting nature of time. R is wearing a velvet, painstakingly gold-worked coat that belonged to her uncle and to generations of family before him. Swipe right for a look at her beloved Sushant kaka in this very same coat. Next to him stands Abhi baba. #thingsthattellastory #antiques #handmedowns #heirloomobjects #gratefulforthefamily #wherewecomefrom

We actually made these crayons from old broken bits for R to reuse, but she wanted to give one to every child at her school 'to remember her and to remember to be kind'. She is always thinking of giving, to the extent that she gives away her own stuff which irks me sometimes. She has not yet learned to keep the best bits for herself, she just feels abundant all the time and wants to share that. That is such an important thing for our planet right now, that we let go of this greed and feeling of entitlement as we hanker for more and more and aim to possess and own. Because if abundance is in your thoughts, you can be happy and grateful for all your privileges as well as for all the good things that happen for anybody else without feeling like 'they are getting a slice of my pie!' So much to learn from little kids every single day! #lifelessons #lessonsfromachild #consciousparenting #mindfulparenting #minimalisticparenting #gentleparenting #feelingabundant #lessismore #raisingrumi #rumiisjoy #artathome #artattack #reusereducerecycyle

As soon as the Fabindia experience center opened up, I had made a mental note to go there once as both me and the husband spend a lot of time at Fabindia. But life and crazy festivities got the better of us and I had completely forgotten about it. A post on Instagram by @eight_things_by_preeti reminded me and we managed to visit @tugbugtugbug only recently. First up it is a beautiful space, the kind of stunning aesthetic that makes your creative juices flow just by being there. You pay for an hour and some more for every subsequent hour spent and there are lots of things to do such as sand play, painting, block printing, pottery, craft activities, dolls, books and so on. R was happy to romp in the sand but wanted to paint as soon as she saw Baba making a painting. We painted, did some gardening, tried Spin-art and weaving too. Such great, quality time spent! Abhi and I are always talking about spaces in the city that are suitable for family time apart from the whole mall-movie-eat-out routine. This experience center is perfect for a whole afternoon of together play with lots of loveliness to explore. Do take a look and visit if you're always wondering where you can take your littles on weekends. The cafe is wonderful too with an array of healthy, yummy food made which responsibly sourced organic produce. I tried the jhalmuri salad (yummy and tangy like bhel but with quinoa and pumpkin seeds) and the girl was extremely happy with her pancakes and fruit. We spend a wonderfully happy afternoon and came back with a bag of self-made, created goodies. #creativespacesinthecity #tugbugtugbug #fabindiarexperiencecenter #togethertimes #familytime #thisisus #raisingrumi #makingmemories #creativeplay #exploratoryplay #artattack #iheartart #girlatplay

The problem with my parenting, as with my personality, is an extreme self-consciousness and awareness of how other people might feel or think. The other day, R while playing with another child in the neighbourhood, left a trail of barfi all over their house while excitedly riding a scooter. She knows she should sit in one place and eat but she gets so carried away and excited. I felt very guilty as the Ajji would have to clean it up. So I spoke to R about it. I rarely raise my voice and scold but I told her off more firmly than I would have if she had done it at home. Then the girls continued to play and before I knew it, I was handed this letter. The sweetness of the spellings and the thoughtfulness of the drawing just made me cry. It has my favorite things in the whole wide world: books, cornetto ice cream, Abhi baba and herself. She normally asks me spellings but she wrote 'deeyr mumma' and 'sori' on her own. It choked me up, my own harsh unforgivingness towards this sweet, empathetic soul. Every morning I wake up intending to love and accept her more fully, to let go of minor behavioural things and focus on the larger picture. And I fail almost every time but I'm not going to stop trying to remind myself, and to repair and to keep on loving. The course of true love never did run easy but I hope to get there someday. #gentleparenting #consciousparenting #raisingrumi #rumiislove #rumiisjoy #lovelovelove #learnasyougo #learningfrommistakes #thisisus

#littlethingsthatmakemesmile #bakersbasket #Repost @doodleswithlove (@get_repost) ・・・ This was our first ever 'job'. My friend Saee, being the calm and collected soul that she once used to be, got it immediately but the manager was very skeptical about me. "You look too young" he said but he agreed to give me a part-time shift. Having freshly witnessed the summer job culture in Germany and having romanticised it from all the Archie comics, i started so excitedly, buying new black trousers and black shoes even though they would be totally concealed by the counter! But such a fun time we had, in spite of our mistakes and botched cake orders! Summer crushes, over-the-counter ogling at cute guys and saving the plumpest pieces of pastry or crispiest puffs for us as soon as they arrived in the morning! Was a lovely two months, over a decade back! #firstjob #summerfun

#littlethingsthatmakemesmile #Repost @doodleswithlove (@get_repost) ・・・ Early-morning before-school cuddles. When in doubt hug, kiss, tickle. #beforeschoolblues

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