We sit together, bent over their books. The twins and I. ‘I hate it’, says N, throwing down her pen. She knows I dislike the work ‘hate’ and so she says it again, ‘I hate this teacher and I hate this subject.’ For once, I refuse to rise to the bait deciding instead, that we …
6.15, says the kitchen clock. The sun is just lighting up the skies. I slide some butter on the hot pan, the sizzle sounding loud in the early morning quiet. I put in slices of bread quietening the sizzle, then turn the flame down and head off to wake the children. I find H sleeping …
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’m keeping today’s post short and sweet in memory of one of my favourite authors who happens to have his birthday today – Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse, ‘Plum’. The interesting thing about this first quote is that Wodehouse is trying to quote Shakespeare but in his own inimitable way. The Bard would probably have turned […]
