Joy comes in the morning

Susan tried to respond to her mother's last sentence.
But she couldn't. She didn't know what to say. "saram ila mole, ichiri nerathe aayi poyi enne ullu" (It's ok daughter, it's just a bit early that's all)

Slowly and deliberately, Susan deviated from the subject and ended the call. Knowing what she had to do, she picked her phone again to dial a familiar number. "I need a train ticket to Cochin as soon as possible. Could you arrange it?" "Lemme see." came the reply and the line went dead. Susan was thankful for this confidant who never asked for explanations at the wrong time.

Susan wasn't good at taming her emotions very well. Neither now, nor before. "Kazhikkan vaayo kunje"  (come to eat child) said Mary chechi from the kitchen. Coming out of her daze, Susan looked at herself in the mirror, tucked away her new, peeking gray's and tried not to think of the coming week.

Two and a half years and Learning.

My Mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it ~ Mark Twain

Hello. Well, to start off, Wish you all a month late, but a just as warm, very Happy New Year 2015! I never did think I'll be back at this space ever; but, here I am. :)

Evlyn is 2 years and 7 months young today. It's afternoon and I've picked up a chicken soup and am sitting in my balcony in a quiet house under a bright blue and clear sky. As she sleeps, I'm perfectly elated for this time of peace and solitude that I have got on a holiday.

The stories are short, nice and humorous. It's a chicken soup for mothers of preschoolers and the stories are easily relatable. I do try to read books, listen to speakers, and talk it out to experienced members regarding parenting, disciplining, expressing love and on teaching good virtues. But as a parent, the fear is always there. Not just the fear of their health or if they are eating well or if they are okay at school or if they pick fights with others.

My Brother, My friend…

We've known each other for our whole lives,
From near and from far apart..
We've had moments of anger, laughter, grief and love,
And stood by each other in times that were tough.

I thank God that you are in my life
A face that I can look to in times of smiles and strife
A family is not just about faces, words or physical presence
It’s also about love, care and genuine prayers
Something you've done and shown me how to do.

I've lived in Bahrain till I turned 18. We were just four… me, my dad, my mom and my elder brother. We were a very close knit family… Always went about together, did stuff together as my dad never really thought it was a good idea to roam about the streets of Bahrain without adult supervision. Maybe it was because it was never really safe. Maybe it was safe but he wasn't very sure about it. Maybe he thought, after all the time we spent in school, tutions and for extra-curricular activities, the remaining should be with family. Whatever the reason was, we understood very little of it back then.

The Journey

I joined a world famous club last month! The joining fee was quite expensive as it was painful, and the maintenance fee is even more expensive in terms of worrying, fretting and praying fervently! Any guesses what the club is? It's Motherhood. Yup, I'm a mother today to my sweet little baby girl.

A couple of months ago, my brother had asked me to write a guest post on his blog regarding my pregnancy. Reluctant due to various reasons, I had declined from doing it then. But today, having completed the miraculous journey of 9 months, I'm glad I have such a forum to discuss what I went through. So, calling all mothers-to-be [and others as well ;)] , do read my post here. And psst... come back and leave comments here ok? LOL.

It's a start....

It's been on my mind to start blogging for some time, inspired by my friends who do the same. Well today's onam and I am feeling unusually homesick. I had spoken to my mom in the morning and it brought back all memories of celebrating this festival when I was a kid. When we were in Bahrain, my dad used to make a huge deal out of all occasions....