8230;a world I weave, I love and live. I built a sandcastle once. It was everything I ever wanted. I built it with my own hands. I shaped every wall, every tower, every bit of it with my hands and my mind. Not allowed to go straying off to build sand castles elsewhere, away from home. I built it higher each day under the bright summer shine. I told you so, voices whisper again.

Daily happenings and conversation between my littles and me. Changing your clothes and brushing your teeth before bedtime is another big task for you. All these might sound trivial but these are the things that makes our daily routine miserable.

On Facebook this week, she mentioned she had watched a funny new baking series on Netflix, and I knew I had to watch it too. Just trust me on this one.

I keep telling myself the last time I posted was in September. This post is primarily because I dislike loose endings or leaving things in mid air without any notice. So, I owe it to whoever reads to give some updates. From being unwilling, scared, nervous to leave, .

Coming to America- New Hampshire. When we were on the verge of zeroing in on East Coast for our US trip, I was still in two minds because for some weird reason I always thought East Coast was made up of only skyscrapers and concretes! So a prospect of going to a land with no greenery to lift our spirits up, therefore, used to pull my excitement level down. Then I had a long chat with Anonymously Disguised. Driving on US roads per .

Some early morning cheer! March 21, 2018. Made even more grand by the Oriole cooing away melodiously. Enter the house and your favourite breakfast had been made! I wonder where is this day headed, but it surely has begun well! March 19, 2018. So here is a father who says it seems like my e.

Among the many characters and the relationships woven into the great. Legend tells us that when the. Were considering waging war against the. For his friendship and wise counsel. Later, as the two armies stood facing each other on the.

A cup of tea is anyway not for me. Last two days while on the treadmill I spent more time than should be allowed to come up with something to talk about. Coz then it will seem like all I do is talk about I like this n I like that. That will take me to places not I wish to visit. Everything else has already been written about, I feel.

So, I suddenly remembered that I had left the Alphabet Cooking Challenge. I decided to pick up where we had left off, and that was at H. A dish for the next letter of the alphabet, I, was promptly thought of and made. Here is how we have always made Inji Puli in our house since generations, which is exactly how I made it now.

What are silent thoughts all about. The worst part is you cannot say no! Out of some misguided sense of duty, family, relations, some misplaced complex that makes you want to please these people and stay in their good book. This entry was posted in Uncategorized.