in pictures. Old world charm…

The old world charm of putting flowers in your hair in a bun… something so nostalgic and lovely about it. In south India it’s quite the tradition, to infact put flowers in your hair (mostly jasmine) every morning after a bath! Though I don’t indulge in that luxury every day…in this festive time of the year, I did..And it felt lovely! Coupled with the bright pink of my Nicobar kurta, it was a match made in heaven 😍 

I don’t know if it’s just me…but the impromptu shoot on the day of Bhai Dooj, of the three of us (couldn’t manage to get both the boys together sadly:() somehow reminds me of old oil paintings… And I love the feeling! Always a sucker for all things old and vintage…✨✨✨ 

On me:

Kurta from Nicobar

Pants from Manan

Earrings from Amrapali at Good Earth
Chappals-Gift from husband from a recent trip to Ahmedabad 🙂 
On Kabir:
Kurta and churidars from Anokhi


in pictures.Dussehra celebrations in white… 

Continuing the festive season dress up… for Dussehra this time. Celebrating the victory of goodnover evil dressed in white as family. Celebrated in different ways across India. Though I missed Kabir seeing the burning of the effigies which happens in the northern part of India. But we celebrated it with tikka and gifts, from Sapan’s side of the family. And it was wonderful…

A lil note. It’s been a while.

It’s been a while since I visited this space of mine. Work, lots of travel topped with a bit of laziness. Had some amazing vacations with Sapan and Kabir. The hills and the beach! A lot of travel alone for work, including spending my birthday away from my boys in Stockholm. My favorite festival Diwali came and went too. A good time as always but not the same with Sapan sick in bed with fever.

So much happened and so many experience in these few months that it’s hard now to put it in a few words. So Im goign to try and put down highlight like I would in an official mail I’d write at work!

1) I had the biggest aaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwww moment when I cam ehome one day to find Kabir playing in teh sand-pit. See’s me and get excited as usual…”Mammmmaaaa!!!” Hug and kiss and then “Lets god home now” . Sit sdown to put his shoes on, hears me cough and says…”  Maamaa are coughing!” “Yes sweetheart, Mamma has a cough…” “Did you take medicine?!”

My heart just melted! When did he become so big!

2) A Piscean and a fish in the truest sense! His happiness in the sea in Goa was just so contagious. And his fearlessness of it, completely scary! He wanted to just run into the waves, trying so hard to make us let go of his hand. A very very memorable trip to Goa, Kabir’s first and my second.

3) Diwali was full of mixed feelings for him, with the loud noises scaring him. But the light and rockets and the non noisy crackers getting him all excited.” Mamma look the rocket is going into outer space!”

4) I was in and out of home for almost an entire month. But my lil baby was so brave and understanding. Missing me terribly as I was him, but being such a big boy about it. And facetime did make things a bit more bearable. Talking and catching up on the go. Sharing stories and laughing along. Times I even sang to him while he tried to sleep over the phone…”Mamma…I want old mc donald…”

5) Coming back after each trip and seeing Kabir’s face when he comes to our room and sees both mamma and daddy on the bed!!! That look…that love…absolute and unadulterated joy// ❤ ❤ ❤ And then the joy of seeing his eyes roll with wonder after I pull out his presents. “Wow!! Mamma….that beautiful!!!” …”Yayy…guitar…” and then the endless strumming with eyes closed and totally feeling the music.

6) He had his first Halloween dress up for school. He was our lil rocket ship!!! And how he loved it….screaming away…” Bllaaaaaasssst offf into ouuttter spaaccee!!!” From the minute he saw mommy and daddy sprawled over paper, cutting an sticking, he couldn’t hold his excitement!

Here’s to being less lazy and saving more memories….



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a lil note. besties.

So we have this little tradition in India where once a child is born, someone close to the family, makes the baby taste some honey. Well not everywhere in India, but in certain communities, mine being one. So once mom got to Bangalore the day after Kabir was born, she kept reminding us we should do it. So we got our close friend, Jayanth to do the honors. Now its said that a certain bond is formed between the two and the baby tends to take on the person’s traits. Good and bad. So you have to choose wisely! 🙂

Now I don’t know whether it was the honey or not. But a special bond they already share. Kabir adores him. The smile Jayanth gets after he sees him after a while is just reserved for him! He calls him “maamu”, maternal uncle in hindi. So Kabir has two official “maamu’s” 🙂

Every night when a much younger Kabir kept me up till the wee hours of the morning, not crying, just playful and refusing to sleep. I would blame Jayanth for passing on his nocturnal nature on to Kabir! Time’s going to tell how many more he’s going to take on! 🙂

For now, it’s lovely seeing the two together. The picture is from the weekend, when Jayanth was over home. Kabir was very proudly making sand pizza and ice-cream and feeding him! 🙂 And yea..unknowingly coordinated!


in pictures. getting bald and rocking it.

On 24th April 2014, Kabir had his mundan ceremony in my home in Delhi. Same place where I had mine almost 3 decades back.:,)

Poor baby had no idea when he woke up that morning, what was in store. We frankly expected total turmoil, considering how he hates being touched by strangers.

Have to deal with mayhem each time we have to take him to the doctors for check -up. But he was quite a sport after the initial outburst. The worst bit was the beggining when the uncle(my brother) cuts the first few strands. And then the barber took over. By then I think he had kind of resigned to his fate and had the “just get on with it” attitude. The fact that he was kind of sleepy helped.

Held him in my arms all through the hair cutting. He holding on tight to me, his bow-bow and moo. Daddy and uncle trying to keep him distracted with old mc donald videos on the phone.

I hope now the evil spirits of the past leave him alone for life. He’s always protected from the evil eye and has a long healthy life!

And ofcourse now looking forward to the new crop on his gorgeous head!:)

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