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Parenting is not just about giving instructions and guidelines but also following them through and when you forget, pogo is right around the corner to remind you.

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Health is Wealth

I now realize how troublesome it is for mothers to pack their kids lunches. Pogo is a fussy eater. So packing his lunch is one of my everyday nightmares. I decided to pack simple food that he would be able to pick off the box and chew directly rather than some items that may require... Continue Reading →

In Sickness and in health

It is that time of the year when people in Chennai are confused about the weather. It is pleasant with light showers every now and then. In one of those showers, Pogo and I got drenched. (Cuz, we as Chennai-ites are hardly ever ready to handle weather changes). As expected, Pogo fell sick and has... Continue Reading →

Copped Out

Driving down a busy lane is always a chore. Add to it Chennai's scorching heat, chatter-box five year old and a map-reading wife. The story that unfolded was extremely predictable with an unpredictable twist. An argument unfolded between GK and I while driving and GK (who was at the steering) skipped the red light. We... Continue Reading →

Sweet Stranger and Me

Its wedding season again. A few of my cousins are getting married and we had great fun choosing our wardrobe. We recently attended a cousin's wedding. Pogo is at a curious age and was wondering how and why people get married and what happens after. So one afternoon during lunch, pogo asked me why I... Continue Reading →

The First lunch box

During my journey of motherhood, food and pogo have proved to be antonyms. (Read here). Cooking seems easier than making pogo swallow a morsel of it. Today, all of five, Pogo has to take his first lunch box to school (GASP..!!) This has been giving me nightmares for the last few weeks. So, instead of... Continue Reading →

I-Scream Memoirs 3

"Summer is Here" - this is the motto of every household in our beautiful city. ""A childhood without ice-creams is no childhood at all"" is our family motto. Tired of our frequent trips to the ice-cream parlor (read here), I bought us a big family pack. (Hurray - now no one can steal my share-... Continue Reading →

I-Scream Memoirs-2

Hot and humid is our everyday life. In order to cope with the fury of the sun, we often visit an ice cream parlor. Our visits had become so often, that Pogo has become a pro in identifying the shop. As the car neared the neighborhood of the ice-cream parlor Pogo began jumping with excitement... Continue Reading →

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