A few Sundays back H and I happened to sit down together to watch Scent of a Woman. The film is about the relationship between Charlie, a young student and an old cantankerous ex-armyman played by Al Pacino. I won’t go into the entire story but what caught our attention was Charlie’s dilemma. At school …
Sample this conversation here: H: May I sleep in your room today? Me: Why? H: Because I get the best sleep there. (The real reason is perhaps because his room is messy and he’s too lazy to clear it). Me: Nope, you’re thirteen and you need to learn to be independent. H: But mama India …
The maid has just left. The house smells of Colin and Lizol – fresh, inviting. As I step out into the balcony, the sky is thick with clouds, the air redolent with the promise of rain. It’s a beautiful day and I feel ‘settled’ like I haven’t felt in a long time. If you were …
*I solemnly swear that all instances quoted in the piece below are absolutely true. No really, it’s all true.* N was down with loose motions and I was just back from the medical store. I stood in the lower basement waiting with my thoughts on my girl hoping she’d have been fine in my absence …
Last week the dentist told us H needed a root canal. He was blissfully unaware of the discomfort about to come his way, thanks to the wonderful paediatric dentist he went to when he was younger. I, on the other hand, was more than aware of what it entailed having undergone a rather painful procedure …
I have come to realise that one of the best places to look for book recommendations is my children’s English textbooks. They curate excerpts from some of most wonderful reads. I have been doing it for the longest time actually – since my own school days. I’d read an excerpt and find it so engrossing […]
