we have an entry…

all we need is a contest.

shruti!

photoframe.
phew!

this is the entry for your soon-to-be-held (hint hint) contest using only ‘raw materials from trees’

one way to spot…

…if your almost 5 year old has high expectations for his 21-month old frequently-monosyllabled toddlerbrother .

firstborn to baby param during playtime: say ‘inhabitants’
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10 minutes away…

a young couple committed suicide, after poisioning their 2 year old. they live 10- minute drive away from my home.

they were from mumbai. they moved in only a month ago…here’s the news item

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just now, i read a news report that the couple were “despondent because their child was mentally retarded” and therefore took the extreme step.
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very disturbing
and very sad

firstborn is down with a case of …

… of neighbour’s envy.

“Ma. How can A (firstborn’s friend in the school van) burp for such a long time, even before he has had his food?”

sambar 2.1

the b.f.f to me on phone from Canada:

“first restructure your sentences with motherly love and then give me updates about the kiddies…”

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one-week-old trivia filed and retained for AJ, who loves these things. apparently Lord Kama’s bow was made of sugarcane and his bowstring = a row of bees. AJ. if you already knew that.. hmpf.

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friend chances on a few doodles i made on a paper months ago. “Did you write this when you were very troubled?” Blown away by her guess. Spot on. She’s now ex-friend. Upgraded to soulmate.

the ripple-effect post

this simple post was like a tag. the words sat in my subconscious for a bit.

and today:

~ I gave XXXRinggit to a struggling family hit by a crisis (I planned to do this eight days ago and didnt.)

~ And bought a round of juice and icecream for a team of sweepers in our apartment. they sweep and mop 18 floors, the lift, the car park and the garden.

Thank you swaram …

40 bloggers who really count

appeared here on timesonline

if they had done 41 bloggers who really count, this blog may have made it.

one. two. three. four.five.six. seven.eight.nine.ten.
(still doubtful? here’s 7+11 = 19. there. a shining star in the ‘counting’ dept. no?)