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The kitchen I fell in love with!

It was a cloudy morning, as I watched the sky through the balcony window after getting up. I hoped Mr. Sun to be a little kind to spread his shine that day and rushed to finish my morning miscellaneous work. By 6:15 am, I checked my mobile to find a missed call. I did not bother to call back since I was already on my way to the lady’s house who had called up. I reached her house by 6:30. am. She was busy finishing up her morning stuffs and took another 5 mins and then got into the passenger seat of my car.  “I called you up, and then I called your land line. Your mother informed that you have already started.” she said. “I thought I will talk to you in person since I already had started, hence did not bother to call back.” I replied. “I was wondering if you would make it or not. I almost had dropped the idea of participating, later when your mother said that you have started, I hurried up.” She said. “hmm.....frankly I went to bed late. My daughter was in a playful

ಜೀವ ಜೀವದ ಸ್ವರ ಸಂಚಾರ.

(ಶಿಷ್ಯಕರೊಬ್ಬರ WhatsApp ನ status ನೋಡಿದೆ, 'ಜೀವ ಜೀವದ ಸ್ವರ ಸಂಚಾರ' ಎಂಬ ಶಬ್ದಗಳನ್ನು ಕಂಡೆ, ಕಂಡು ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಯಾದ ಸಾಲೇ ಇವು.)

अँधेरी रातोंमे सितारों से दोस्ती!

(To the stars, for the nights spent with them)

Work in progress!

Photos shot on my phone @ different moments We live in a society which is very quick in making comments; if that is not sufficient it is also very quick in tagging (giving names). My younger daughter is an introvert by her innate nature. It takes time and someone close to get her out and express her true feelings. And I strongly feel it’s OK to be an introvert. I know she is listening and observing. And good at that. I also think asking an introvert to open up by going out of the way is like asking an extrovert to shut up and be self-arrested. A very unfair state! As a very young kid, she would always open up with me, and people at home; but would never open her mouth with anybody outside her inner circle. If I think of the year in her play school and her 1 st  and 2 nd year in the school, I was literally scared. These 3 years she had not spoken a single word, not one with her teacher, not even in my presence. I used to go nuts after every Parent-Teacher meeting. Not bec

ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಅಪ್ಪಯ್ಯ!

(To my father on his 70th birthday.)

Roses are red; Exams are every mother’s unsaid dread!

Photo taken on my phone @ home 20 th September, Friday, was my niece’s birthday. My brother decides to take kids out for an experience present. For him, my kids are as good as his. My daughters also have a very strong bond with him; at times stronger than the one with me. He has his ways with kids that make them very comfortable with him, not just our kids, any kids. I find this a very rare thing among men. I don’t say he is a man with patience but for sure his patience with kids is always at its best. I would for sure also call him an indulgent parent. So somehow, he kind of convinces the kids, especially my eldest (with her ongoing 6 th std semester exams) for the outing on Friday evening. My eldest was in a dilemma. She neither wanted to miss her outing nor did she want to miss out on the time to prepare for her math exam on Monday. She repeatedly looked at me to get an assurance that I would help her cover the math portions on Saturday and Sunday. I being aware of th

ಓ ಸಖೀ!

(This poem is written as a dedication to the all women WhatsApp group called 'O Sakhee' in my apartment.)