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Today was a wonderfully ordinary day. Play-time with D in the morning, my morning walk, breakfast and work, more play-time with D, cooking while KrA took D on a bike ride to Paletta, lunch, some TV time for D while I snoozed beside him, sorting of library books,
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D turned five today. I am always hesitant to write about my child, about motherhood, about parenting, because whenever I try to capture that experience in words, I find it is quite impossible to explain it in a way without romanticising the struggle, or downplaying it somehow. When we do
life, unadulterated
Last week, I had the rare privilege of sitting with D for one of his online classes. KrA is the one who usually sits with D, but on this occasion, the children were to make Fathers' Day crafts for their dads, so D asked me to sit with him
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The plan for today, one day before D's birthday, was to pick up a kite curbside, buy D's birthday cake, clean our home, and put up the swirls and the Happy Birthday banner and a few other items of decoration. What instead happened was this. We
life, unadulterated
Lots of things happened today. I woke up from a rather disturbed sleep and was cranky. Went out for a walk, worrying today would be yet another epic fail [https://thedreampedlar.com/free-writing-a-brief-one/]. But on the way, an idea for a Tales for Dreamers [https://thedreampedlar.
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On the dot today! It's 7 P.M. now. First day of summer holiday – epic fail! It started off well, me setting great intentions and all that, but when it actually came to execution, I easily slipped back into my old ways. Feeling worried and anxious, wanting to
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D's summer holidays have officially begun! This morning, I woke up in my room alone as KrA co-slept with D. There were a few moments of serenity, followed by a crash-landing of the grief and sorrow I had experienced almost all of yesterday. I mourned the
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Why wait until 7 P.M. when the heart is already bursting with so much sorrow, when the mind has already told me countless times this afternoon how I'm failing, failing, failing at this thing called life? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wrote the above at about 3:30 PM, when I
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That feeling is back. A hollowness being slowly carved out in my gut. The heart holding a void, an emptiness. Today is the last day of JK for my little one. And he's been a little upset about it this morning. Until yesterday, he had been counting down
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Sometime in the middle of this week, when I wasn't looking, the site stopped working. KrA, the techie in the house, looked into it and informed me there was some trouble with the hosting service, which essentially meant I may have lost everything I had put up on
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(Artwork by dear friend, Padmaja Balaji [https://www.facebook.com/spadmajabalaji]) A fortnight ago, I came across and started to read an enchanting book titled ' The Art of Inheriting Secrets [https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38097931-the-art-of-inheriting-secrets]' by Barbara O'Neal. It&
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A few weeks ago, I was informed by email that one of my (non-fiction) pieces has been selected to appear in a soon-to-be-published local anthology. I was delighted at first, but doubt followed quickly thereafter. It was a rather raw and vulnerable piece, and I felt