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 …
The other day about half an hour after dinner H said, ‘I am hungry. Can I have a roti?’ The only emotion I felt at that question was annoyance. It had been barely five minutes since I’d wiped down and cleared up the kitchen and the last thing I wanted to do was to pull …
The Lemon Tree Cafe is a far from perfect book but sometimes one might like a book despite its flaws. Sometimes all that matters is how a book makes you feel. This gave me hours of reading pleasure. And that counts for something.
