We moved to Singapore about two months back and contrary to what most relatives and friends had said, the move turned out to be the toughest on my darling boy. He is extremely attached with his grandparents, cousins, uncles and... (Continue reading)
When they became brothers, my sons were brothers in name and blood. To the babe, the little baby who waved, kicked, cried, ate, slept, needed several diaper changes and a huge dose of parental offection was a new, fascinating and... (Continue reading)
No, I am not writing this in sequel to ‘Think you are pregnant?’ I am talking about the questions that I am being asked by well meaning neighbours, aunties and my son’s friends’ mothers. Let me give you a back... (Continue reading)
When my older son was two, we got a ‘o-your-son-is-so-cute’ from the next table. But the lady, with long, curly, untamed dirty golden tresses and a long skirt followed it up by ‘Do you know what he was in his... (Continue reading)