Petals!

In my part of the world, it is winter already. For me, it means that there is more work to be done at home. Winters are a time when I used to love snuggling into the blanket and sleeping for hours. Now that I am a mother, it feels like a distant dream and a luxury that I cannot afford. The truth of life is that mothers don't usually get that kind of luxury, not even on Sundays!               My experience of Saturday mornings is attending a full-fledged PTM that continues from 9 AM to 1 PM, my weekend is literally over, because I've got tasks pending at home. Of course, there are tons of chores that pile up like cooking the daily meals (wracking my head for something beyond the comfort food called dal ) and all of it has to get done by the end of the day. [ Do read: There's No Woman on The Moon ] Of course, I also have to remember to take out the family's treasury of sweaters and keep them ready in the wardrobe for daily use.   Plus,...

Thanks to my loving parents who visited us, October 2009 has been so special for me. A few precious days of color, love and pampering, that's what this has been for me. Experiencing life through their eyes brings so much joy because my parents are my strength. For most of us who get married and move to another city and a new home, we miss the loving presence and pampering of our parents and most importantly, their unconditional love. Here's a beautiful pic we clicked when we were celebrating Vishu together in Prasanthi Nilayam few years ago!                                     [SUBSCRIBE TO MY WEEKLY NEWSLETTER] My parents have always believed in the goodness of people. When things go wrong, their way of dealing with it is like this: "It is God's grace that everything is going this way. Maybe we don't see it now but this is happening for our highest good. We will see it much later."  Sometimes...