life, unadulterated
Not even two months into the year and it already feels as if I have lived several lifetimes, over and over again. And, believe it or not, very little of it has to do with looking after D. Or maybe the arrival of D two and a half years ago
life, unadulterated
I feel like I must say something to record this moment in time even though I've long realised that words are entirely futile when it comes to recording life events that have to do with D and KrA. The child continues to astonish me with his endless capacity
life, unadulterated
'To A Child', a poem by Christopher Morley
life, unadulterated
Apparently this year, my birthdays as per the English as well as the Tamil calendars fall on the same day. Today. I must ask Mum more about this but I think it has something to do with the 19-year cycle of the moon (of which I know next to nothing)
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Oh dear D ... my bawling baby ... you cried Mumma Mumma even as your feet willed you to walk alongside Miss LaRoche into school ... Here I am sitting in Starbucks, working on a freelance editing assignment ... it's amazing how much I can get done in a brief span of
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The first two decades or so of my life were quite literally a string of first ranks and A grades and gold medals and merit certificates and awards and prizes. Anything that I failed to make a mark in (arts and crafts, for instance) was conveniently brushed aside as irrelevant
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Who would have ever thunk that after spending two entire years at home with my little child, I’m feeling completely clueless now as to how to spend a day during the week with him when he doesn’t have to go to school! D was such a brave sweetheart
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When D is in school, I walk. My mind is churning so anxiously with thoughts of him that my feet can’t bear to stay still. The exertion of movement gives me something else to think about. Something to drown out the sound of his cries as he heads towards
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Oh my brave, brave child, “It was a dark, blustery” morning the day you started school. (How fitting that the words that best describe the Universe the morning we dropped you off at school for the first time are the words with which your favourite story begins.)* It had been
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So, wishes do come true. In unexpected ways. I finally found a balm to soothe my present anxiety. And where nothing else could help settle my anxious heart for even a moment, here was something that has kept the tears in check and the fears at bay for two whole
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I have been an emotional wreck these past couple of weeks. In a completely unanticipated fashion, D’s imminent start of pre-school has unshackled anxieties and fears I didn’t even know lay buried deep inside my subconscious. A lump of fear has taken up permanent dwelling in my throat.
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I had been wanting to re-read Papillon for a while now. There was a quote in it about judging; rather, about not judging. Something that Papillon tells two other escaped convicts when they inform him they had killed their mate. I don’t recall Papillon’s response verbatim but from