Mother

¬†Yesterday my mom turned 29. Again. She’s been 29 ever since I could comprehend the concept of age and timelessness. Mom is the youngest person I know. Full of fun and verve and a zest for life, unparalleled by most. Growing up, a pimply, painfully tongue-tied teenager, I used to marvel at the ease with…

Heir-raising Tales

My daughter turns 20 today and wicked mom that I am, I have this story to share. At four, D was a curious child that was forever getting into things. And her fascination was for stuff that older people used. One day she had a red and angry scratch on her upper lip. “What happened…

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Kind

I am back after a long break! Back to baking and blogging. Back to Singapore and the start of TWO new Study Groups! Back in the midst of friends and festivals… There is so much to share. A million thoughts racing through my mind. Two fascinating topics to research, and to present on. The festivals…

The Colours of Unity!

I’m several days too late in posting this- but better late than never! 9th August was the Singapore National Day. 48 years of being a nation. 15th August was India’s 66th year of freedom. Two countries, vastly different from one another; two countries I love. At first glance, the two countries could not be more…

A Daughter Leaving Home

A Daughter Leaving Home Although she is moving out She’ll never be far away She’ll always live here with me In my heart each day Hopefully I taught her The right things along the way To help her make the right decisions Each and every day The most important thing That she should know That…

Kubla Khan

Can a poem haunt one? I’ve not been able to stop thinking (I’m sure you guys are thinking- “Here she goes again! One day it’s pigs, another day, it’s poems!”) of ‘Kubla Khan’ written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Kubla Khan Or a Vision in a Dream. A Fragment In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately…

To children starting their journey in life…..

And to my child in particular…. Fly! ************************************************************************ Children And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, ‘Speak to us of Children.’ And he said: Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though…

Bitter Seeds

I had never heard of Micha X. Peled until yesterday, and today I found myself exchanging emails with someone called Max from his company. Micha Peled is a film maker. Obviously of some repute. The man has won a series of awards, but in my ivory tower of cakes and fondant figures, I had never…

Of Health check-ups and Mammograms

It’s time for the annual health screening. I never look forward to it, and in the hierarchy of “things one least looks forward to” this is maybe one step below a visit to the dentist. My dentist. What do I hate about it? The Mammogram. And I can totally identify with the views of this…