It was early December. I was in my second month of pregnancy. You were our little strawberry seed. You wouldn’t have been more than 1.5mm long. Just under 5 weeks old: our baby. You would’ve looked like a teeny tiny tadpole. Your heart and brain were just beginning to form. It would’ve been too early … More The Strawberry Seed That Was Taken Too Soon
Writing a New Year’s post has become somewhat of a tradition for me since I started this blog 7 years ago. It’s so nice to be able to look back through my little time capsule and see what my annual highlights have been and how they’ve differed from year to year: travel, new jobs, new … More My Final Post of 2020
Furrowed brow and hardened hands, Tough as nails exterior, now that’s a real man. Strong opinions, an unwavering gaze, Abstains from laughter for days and days. This is the way that you’ve always been, Although a gentler side I’ve occasionally seen. Like when you talk about your parents or the grandkids are around, Your demeanour softens, … More My Dad
Humans are complex beings- yes, that’s probably the understatement of the century. We all possess an array of different personas that we adopt depending on whoever’s company we happen to be in. For example, we present different faces to our boss, our friends, our siblings, our partner and our colleagues, but most of the time … More Can You Ever Truly Know Someone?
So my family all jetted off to India yesterday. They’re away for two weeks to attend a wedding in Punjab, but sadly I couldn’t join them because I’ve reached the limit on my annual-leave allowance at work. Now I say ‘sadly’ but, cards on the table, I wasn’t really that upset about it. From the second that their tickets were booked, I … More Home Alone
In the last year or so I’ve had a massive epiphany: my parents are not perfect. They’re not always right and they don’t always do the right thing. Ok, you’re probably sitting there thinking wow, did you just clock on to the fact that Santa Claus isn’t real either? But seriously, it’s been a big realisation … More Parents
A few days ago a fellow blogger kindly re-blogged one of my posts on his site. He also included a few lines in which he referred to me as a being an ‘Indian university graduate’ and that really got me thinking. Whilst I may have been raised by parents who both emigrated from India and have … More A Nationality Conundrum
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