Mini's Scripts

I have a bucket list, like everyone else and one amongst many is travelling and sightseeing all the beautiful places on earth, except I don't want to be stuck in traffic or any other situation unknown. I am a mother too, which like most mothers, do have thoughts which make me want to escape I always think if I were to escape the mundane yet very important task of feeding, changing diapers, burping etc like a clockwork, I would very much want to be in a white egg-like pod. Not big at all, but just right to move, sleep, jump, jog and read with nothing but silence. As I write, my 4-year-old, who has of late started barking like a puppy (paw-patrol effect) is standing behind and doing the same and the little baby continues to howl like a cub over stuck burpees. Life And right now is truly a musical world. I have also not been updating myself on most things that don't concern my children. I know about healthy food, cooking a nutritious meal and ensuring they are taken care...

How do you feel when someone you love doesn't love you back? No.. no.. no... I wouldn't want to discuss this one. Some things are better left unsaid. Yet there is someone I pine for.  There is someone, who I would like to meet, see every day , every hour. Spend my holidays and evenings sharing activities that we enjoy together . I would like to show him all my favourite places and introduce to all my friends and the world. I have a husband and two kids and any spare moment is a Me-time, and yet I am ready to sacrifice those precious time to be with him.  No, we can't talk, let alone see each other. You see, he speaks in his mother tongue and I am all but signs and grunts. Even as a little girl I had told my parents, that I, of course, want a dog and they had gladly got a giant cow.  The cow is gone with her two calves, in possibly a good home and I, after these many years still want a dog, but can't have one for all obvious reasons. Maybe my kids will g...

While we women who have procreated, have little or no time left for ourselves; we have always got time to smother our kids in one way or another. A kiss, big momma cuddle, food, treats, gifts, outings... its never enough! Lately, my little boy has been telling me funny things like - Maa - all grown ups have fat bottoms! Maa - Sia and I came from your tummy, so its a big fat tummy, but why does Papa have a big fat tummy! So, one sunny day, my clamped heart courtesy the damp English weather, decided to open up a little more and cuddle the kids. As I began my act, the two of them began fighting for attention even while sitting together in my lap. Poof, went the feeling and I was back to my normal harping screaming self. The act of smothering was replaced by the usual disciplining act. Sometimes dogs tolerate being smothered with love much better than your own progeny. 🙄🤐🤦🏻‍♀️

Life becomes so much easier to understand in monochrome. I used to get confused when everybody around me used to tell me that you cant have this thought process. You do need to have a midpoint - a grey zone too ... And over the years I have thought many a time on this same topic and trust me - this theory makes taking decisions so much simpler. You either like it or don't like it. Similarly, you can either breathe in or breathe out - no middle way of holding the breath there. But there will always be exceptions to this rule if people are involved. Some are just not that simple to interpret. And for me it leads to avoidance - ignorance is certainly bliss ;) Good night reader! x

Open the blind, close the blind. Open it in the morning so that whatever little sunshine falls in our share seeps in through the window. Close it at night; as who needs moonlight anyway ;). And the view outside stays the same. Sometimes I see a bird or two and the next thing I know, they have flown away. There was also a lovely couple with an adorable puppy pug. And some other times, I wish I lived above a bustling street or in its view and make stories all day about normal people and what they would have been had they not been what they are... But, a wish that I always wish is having a view full of greenery and blue skies and a waterbody around. Oh! I need to get this kind of wallpaper. :)

As the doorbell rang yesterday, my little boy ran to open the door, shouting - "Coming! Wait!". He has hardly been saying much except gibberish in his two's. This incident is now one of the most memorable moments given by our two year old, who has as of today said his first three word - "big red bus", which a few days ago was limited to being a pair - "red bus". Such a bus-fan! He is an excellent babbler. All I can now hope is for Mr.Speech to settle on his wonky palette in another few months.  Anyways, coming to the door bell. I have a habit of running towards the door wherever I am on the first floor or even the ground floor of the house by shouting the exact words told by the little man, and today it was very sweet yet hilarious to see the same action repeat. Time to refine the language. Lot of tongue cleaning to do. 

My write up for Valentine's Day circa 2016, that was featured on my lovely friends very interesting blog . …I told him, “ I love you “. He was too busy checking out the new wheels and didn’t answer. I was dumbfounded! I waited for a few more seconds and then I said with little more emphasis on those three simple yet most important words, “I LOVE YOU”. He gave me one long look, which went right into my soul. I noticed him taking in my chunky nerdy glasses, dishevelled hair and a tired looking face. But he finally lisped the sweetest words, “I ove you”. I couldn’t be more happier hearing these words. My little boy has turned two this week. He can’t yet pronounce words with letter ‘L’ in them and tends to say lollipop as ‘wayapop’ and love as ‘ove’. The only L-word he has mastered is ‘Let's go’, perfect to remind us that it’s time to go out for a walk. He likes spinning things, pretty much every thing that he lays his eyes upon and is always on the move. He can be especi...

Courtesy : http://atastychallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2011/03/pacha-pattani-dried-green-peas-curry.html Ingredients                                          Serves 3 Dried Green Peas………………3/4 cup (wash and soak in Water for 4 hours) Oil…………………………………..1 Tablespoon Mustard Seeds…………………1/2 Teaspoon Onion thinly sliced…………...1/2 cup Split Indian Green Chilly…..4 Ginger Garlic Paste…………..3/4 Teaspoon Curry Leaves…………………..1 Sprig Red Chilly Powder………......1/4 Teaspoon Coriander Powder…………....3/4 Teaspoon Turmeric Powder…………..…1/4 Teaspoon Garam Masala Powder ……..1/2 Teaspoon Tomato………………………..….1/2 big sliced Thin Coconut milk………..….1 Cup Thick Coconut Milk……….....1/2 Cup Vinegar…………………………...1/2 Teaspoon Salt as needed Method of Preparation...

The typical question that comes across every human being during their life time is – Who am I? It also does sound more like the dreadful question as always asked to start a conversation – tell me something about you? Coming to I – Even before I could understand that – God first, World next and I last – I had glued this into my neurons - I first, World next, God last. My identity as gratefully handed over by this social world is firstborn of my wonderful parents, eldest of siblings, related to many a relatives, student, best friend of a few, friends of some, acquaintances, employee, national, transferred national – Errrrrrrrrr! Wait! I am an Indian! I can’t be a British yet in my mannerisms, although by now I have blended into the non-fashionable, nearly obese, always working, Sunday grocery shopping, and weather conversing general populace. As an Indian to the core – I am more of a foreign calling/skyping weekender, pound – rupee-rate-converting deal hunter. Just today as I was havi...

Feeble attempt to yet write another MINI-PIECE - I have to remind myself that my type of writers usually have all the time, but nothing on mind worth scribbling down to long sentences. Not wanting to write long sentences reminds me that I used to have a Twitter account, but could not keep up with those tiny one-liners as I preferred back then and continue to, use full words in my written conversations; unlike these - u, der, dnt, ystrdy ...etc. You know what I mean! Talking about mean, I am in a constant state of wonder whether is it me or everyone else finding the job adverts, applying, getting called for the interview, and then coming full-circle with the mother of all interviews. Happening right where it is supposed to be your next office, interviewer who is going to be your next colleague, discussing your next seating arrangement and things etc. in such a warm manner that you bask in the glory and sweetness of that formal discussion until you don't hear a word and then ...