The nice people in our lives

It has now been about a month and a half since my FIL first took ill. He has been in and out of the ICU and with the husband mostly away at the hospital, it has been quite lonely at home. Rumi keeps me busy but chatting away in toddler language does not quite make…

A week without Rumi: when the child does NOT want to come home

It is just another usual, routine, Sunday evening scenario: Abhi and I are standing at the door with shoes on and our arms loaded with bags, saying goodbye to my in-laws, and Rumi is refusing to come with us; she wants to stay there. This happens every weekend. Whether she visits my in-laws or my…

Poor Dad, Rich Dad

So much is written on how much mothers ‘sacrifice’ for their children, do we ever thank daddies for all the things they have to say “no” to, post baby? A blog post for fathers..

An Ode to Aunts

Last week, I had my Phuppi (my dad’s sister) staying with us for a few days. Phuppi completely matches the description of the stereotypical Aunts I read about growing up, like Aunt Alexandra in To Kill a Mocking Bird or Aunt Izzie in What Katy Did: she is formidable, sharp-tongued and very spick and span…