Hola...
Welcome again to another new week. The temperatures are dipping down mercilessly and we have started to bundle up. The house looks like some flea market strewn over with all the woolen hats, mittens, jackets and other winter accessories.
The divorce rate of socks who go to washer is driving me insane. Winters have just begun and my children have at least half of a dozen socks which doesn't have its companion. I wonder if my washer has some invisible hole which swallows only one from the pair.
The fun doesn't end there. Over the years my socks, gloves, hats seems to have disappeared and i am thinking of getting some professional help to figure them out. Winters are so taxing to me you see.
The weekend was snowy. Although there was no much accumulation, yet the roads looked as though from rain. This morning is cold and cloudy. The sun did appear from an hour or so but its cold enough to make any flavored ice cream outside.
Last night my children had extended play time with their father and they slept late. This morning i had request S to wake up so that he doesn't miss his bus. He asked for some butter rice with soya bean nuggets for lunch today and i made it. I hope enjoyed his lunch. His snack box was green grapes, pears and small pack of yoghurt.
Enjoy all the weather or the moments you are experiencing now. It's will change too...Happy Monday!
Monday, November 19, 2018
Friday, November 16, 2018
Tiffin Tales 55
Hola...
It's Friday again and its a windy, cloudy day here. Today is a slow day and i feeling a bit low. I guess it could be because of the weather, yet the weekend looks packed with onus of things to do.
This morning was a bit crazy. It's cold here and both me and S were missing our gloves. Strangely we both one of the each pairs. We were crazily looking for those and in the pursuit of our search we messed up a lot of stuff. We searched for ten minutes but created a mess which needed close forty minutes to clean them.
At the end of my search i found out one of my long lost of scarves. I remember i searched for that scarf almost entire last winter. It isn't any branded or any gift. I remember buying it from a lady at a local store in my native place. The scarf had some unique feeling which used to give warmth. As i had bought it from my native place a unique feeling would caress me. I always felt it smelt different too. It was a winter evening and me along with my parents had went out to visit a local fair. There were stalls from adjoining states showcasing best of their exclusive stuff. One lady was there selling woolen items. Her collection was very vibrant and she claimed every single item in her stall was hand woven. The collection included sweaters, mufflers, scarves, some stoles, baby socks, mittens and woolen caps. I stopped and and was quite impressed with the play of colors at her stall. The best part of her stall was her smile. She smiled at every single customer she was attending and her smile was pretty infectious. The smile was so communicable that a lot of ladies complemented her right away. I chose a scarf which had a nice floral design. Not only did i carry the scarf with me but her smile somehow got etched in my memory and perhaps that's the reason i can so clearly remember and jot it down.
With the avalanche of clothes that children collect each year for every season, my scarf got buried somewhere. Last winter i frantically looked for it and declared that i lost it and perhaps shed a tear or two. But today owing to the loss of our mittens i found it again and i so glad to be united with that. It certainly has the warmth of my place and whenever i wear it i feel i am not so far from my native place.
Friday is officially Pizza day for my S, hence i made him some 'paratha's' along with a cheese stick for his snack. I hope you all enjoy your weekend. Do everything that rejuvenates you and catch you all next week.
It's Friday again and its a windy, cloudy day here. Today is a slow day and i feeling a bit low. I guess it could be because of the weather, yet the weekend looks packed with onus of things to do.
This morning was a bit crazy. It's cold here and both me and S were missing our gloves. Strangely we both one of the each pairs. We were crazily looking for those and in the pursuit of our search we messed up a lot of stuff. We searched for ten minutes but created a mess which needed close forty minutes to clean them.
At the end of my search i found out one of my long lost of scarves. I remember i searched for that scarf almost entire last winter. It isn't any branded or any gift. I remember buying it from a lady at a local store in my native place. The scarf had some unique feeling which used to give warmth. As i had bought it from my native place a unique feeling would caress me. I always felt it smelt different too. It was a winter evening and me along with my parents had went out to visit a local fair. There were stalls from adjoining states showcasing best of their exclusive stuff. One lady was there selling woolen items. Her collection was very vibrant and she claimed every single item in her stall was hand woven. The collection included sweaters, mufflers, scarves, some stoles, baby socks, mittens and woolen caps. I stopped and and was quite impressed with the play of colors at her stall. The best part of her stall was her smile. She smiled at every single customer she was attending and her smile was pretty infectious. The smile was so communicable that a lot of ladies complemented her right away. I chose a scarf which had a nice floral design. Not only did i carry the scarf with me but her smile somehow got etched in my memory and perhaps that's the reason i can so clearly remember and jot it down.
With the avalanche of clothes that children collect each year for every season, my scarf got buried somewhere. Last winter i frantically looked for it and declared that i lost it and perhaps shed a tear or two. But today owing to the loss of our mittens i found it again and i so glad to be united with that. It certainly has the warmth of my place and whenever i wear it i feel i am not so far from my native place.
Friday is officially Pizza day for my S, hence i made him some 'paratha's' along with a cheese stick for his snack. I hope you all enjoy your weekend. Do everything that rejuvenates you and catch you all next week.
Thursday, November 15, 2018
Tiffin Tales 54
Hola...
Happy Thursday...It's so dark and addled day here that we almost turned our lights on for the entire day. This morning it snowed for an hour so too.
Today's post is almost a rant post. I ordered some clothing items online and they were delivered too. But when i went to pick up my packages they were missing. Hell, where did they disappear? I took hours selecting the right sizes and some good colors and of course paid for those items and someone casually picks up my packages and disappears. How delirious i felt! Well, this is not the first time my packages went missing. I am so tired of running at my front door the moment i see my packages delivered status.
Dear anonymous friend, please try to understand its not an amusing thing to pick up someone else's packages. There are people like who have to brave the ice cold weather at times to go shopping. We confide in those shopping sites to deliver some 'essential' stuff at our doorsteps. Please do not make our lives more complicated. We spend our hard earned money and we do pay our taxes too. We find it pretty demeaning when our hard earned money is 'stolen' like these. Staying at home doesn't mean we have to be a constant at the door steps to figure when is the delivery truck coming. There are some sites who pay the refund but not all. Who pays for that?
Well enough for Thursday i guess. I am looking for a better Friday and a sunnier weekend if not weather wise technically. For today's lunch box i made 'poha' with peas and ground nuts an 'ghee'. His snack box was grapes, apples and a small piece of cake along with yoghurt.
I hope people get a bit more sensible enough to understand others and let them live in peace. We all do not live for ever.. Enjoy 'now'.
Happy Thursday...It's so dark and addled day here that we almost turned our lights on for the entire day. This morning it snowed for an hour so too.
Today's post is almost a rant post. I ordered some clothing items online and they were delivered too. But when i went to pick up my packages they were missing. Hell, where did they disappear? I took hours selecting the right sizes and some good colors and of course paid for those items and someone casually picks up my packages and disappears. How delirious i felt! Well, this is not the first time my packages went missing. I am so tired of running at my front door the moment i see my packages delivered status.
Dear anonymous friend, please try to understand its not an amusing thing to pick up someone else's packages. There are people like who have to brave the ice cold weather at times to go shopping. We confide in those shopping sites to deliver some 'essential' stuff at our doorsteps. Please do not make our lives more complicated. We spend our hard earned money and we do pay our taxes too. We find it pretty demeaning when our hard earned money is 'stolen' like these. Staying at home doesn't mean we have to be a constant at the door steps to figure when is the delivery truck coming. There are some sites who pay the refund but not all. Who pays for that?
Well enough for Thursday i guess. I am looking for a better Friday and a sunnier weekend if not weather wise technically. For today's lunch box i made 'poha' with peas and ground nuts an 'ghee'. His snack box was grapes, apples and a small piece of cake along with yoghurt.
I hope people get a bit more sensible enough to understand others and let them live in peace. We all do not live for ever.. Enjoy 'now'.
Wednesday, November 14, 2018
Tiffin Tales 53
Hola...
It's a nice Wednesday with somewhat a mix of cold and sun. The sun rays feel nice and comfy inside the house but outside the winds somehow tear you apart. The weather channel predicts chances of snow tomorrow. Sigh!
It was quite heartening to see my S doing his tasks last night. Without too many reminders he did his homework last night and helped in cleaning. I was happy and was sensing some sense of responsibility dawning upon him until he said that he was tired of eating rice or roti for dinner and wanted some egg noodles. It was a blend of emotions for me. I liked the way he asked and offered his help but i didn't want to make anything since dinner was already cooked. I conceded since he requested for it.
Sometimes moments like these makes me full of gratitude. The commixture of mischief and innocence in children we want to enjoy. Time doesn't stand still and we never stop growing. Today's moments will be tomorrow's memories. So, it's wise enough to appreciate before the tides of time washes them away.
Last night i made S his favorite egg noodles with some vegetables. This morning for his lunch box i made him 'puri' with potato curry. I hope enjoys his lunch even though the fluffy puri must have deflated by his lunch time. His snack box was fruits and a piece of oreo with yoghurt.
I hope you all enjoy the mid week with some fun and good food. Take care of yourself because 'you' are important too...
It's a nice Wednesday with somewhat a mix of cold and sun. The sun rays feel nice and comfy inside the house but outside the winds somehow tear you apart. The weather channel predicts chances of snow tomorrow. Sigh!
It was quite heartening to see my S doing his tasks last night. Without too many reminders he did his homework last night and helped in cleaning. I was happy and was sensing some sense of responsibility dawning upon him until he said that he was tired of eating rice or roti for dinner and wanted some egg noodles. It was a blend of emotions for me. I liked the way he asked and offered his help but i didn't want to make anything since dinner was already cooked. I conceded since he requested for it.
Sometimes moments like these makes me full of gratitude. The commixture of mischief and innocence in children we want to enjoy. Time doesn't stand still and we never stop growing. Today's moments will be tomorrow's memories. So, it's wise enough to appreciate before the tides of time washes them away.
Last night i made S his favorite egg noodles with some vegetables. This morning for his lunch box i made him 'puri' with potato curry. I hope enjoys his lunch even though the fluffy puri must have deflated by his lunch time. His snack box was fruits and a piece of oreo with yoghurt.
I hope you all enjoy the mid week with some fun and good food. Take care of yourself because 'you' are important too...
Tuesday, November 13, 2018
Tiffin Tales 52
Hola...
In continuation to my last post i found a quotation by Rabindranath Tagore, "Don't limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time." I wonder how aptly he said that and perhaps this is what we call vision.
Our children are born out of us but they are independent individuals. We need to guide them but they cannot be completely our shadow. Just like the way we grew up and graduated to become parents, similarly they need to use their own wings rise and fly high in the sky. The initial years of a babies life are perhaps the years when they are completely dependent on us. With time they start to grow, develop, discover and gradually take decisions.
I realize it everyday that with each passing year my children especially my S is getting self reliant with his thoughts and activities. He needs very little help to do his daily activities and quite clearly expresses his opinions. Sometimes his way of looking at things leaves me dumfounded but at times i swell with pride that he is getting vocal of the things he sees around.
Most often than not we get affected with our surroundings and we try to protect our children but unless our children a bit of adversities how will they learn. Life has its own way of teaching a lesson to everyone but as parents we try to shield them from all.
This morning my S demanded 'puri' for his lunch box but a cursory glance at my clock refused to agree. Hence unwillingly he carried in his lunch box rice with boiled egg and steamed vegetables. I promised to him 'puri' tomorrow which somehow saved the day from meltdown. His snack box had fruits, a small fig roll and yoghurt.
I hope life gives you many moments to smile. Hold on to them tight, because they escape very soon...
In continuation to my last post i found a quotation by Rabindranath Tagore, "Don't limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time." I wonder how aptly he said that and perhaps this is what we call vision.
Our children are born out of us but they are independent individuals. We need to guide them but they cannot be completely our shadow. Just like the way we grew up and graduated to become parents, similarly they need to use their own wings rise and fly high in the sky. The initial years of a babies life are perhaps the years when they are completely dependent on us. With time they start to grow, develop, discover and gradually take decisions.
I realize it everyday that with each passing year my children especially my S is getting self reliant with his thoughts and activities. He needs very little help to do his daily activities and quite clearly expresses his opinions. Sometimes his way of looking at things leaves me dumfounded but at times i swell with pride that he is getting vocal of the things he sees around.
Most often than not we get affected with our surroundings and we try to protect our children but unless our children a bit of adversities how will they learn. Life has its own way of teaching a lesson to everyone but as parents we try to shield them from all.
This morning my S demanded 'puri' for his lunch box but a cursory glance at my clock refused to agree. Hence unwillingly he carried in his lunch box rice with boiled egg and steamed vegetables. I promised to him 'puri' tomorrow which somehow saved the day from meltdown. His snack box had fruits, a small fig roll and yoghurt.
I hope life gives you many moments to smile. Hold on to them tight, because they escape very soon...
Monday, November 12, 2018
Tiffin Tales 51
Hola...
It's another day of another week and i hope you all have been enjoying the season. The leaves are all gone and so are the pumpkins. My neighbors have have beautifully decorated their houses with lights and the houses look dazzling indeed.
Today i would like to discuss something different. We all at some point do it in our lives, not necessarily with our children but in any relation. We compare either ourselves or our state or relations with others. As my children are growing i am increasing finding it difficult to restraint myself from comparing them with others. When we are blessed with a second child we tend to compare them with their older sibling. Every new act or activity is compared with the previous one irrespective of gender. We monitor the time frame when the elder one started to talk and compare the younger ones time they take. I know we all are uniquely different.
This weekend i was upset with my S because he made some pointless mistake while calculating his numbers in school. I knew from him that a few other students had scored well while he made those childish mistakes. When i further questioned he promptly requested me not to compare him with others. I was surprised to an extent.
For most of the weekend i questioned myself that what exactly is wrong. Is it wrong to expect that your child does well in class or to expect that your child will do well like the other students of the class. Even though i fairly get the fact straight that we all make mistakes and mistakes are learning steps, yet somewhere i am still confused with comparison and expectation.
It might sound a very trivial to some and perhaps to me too in few years from now yet the profundity between the differences is somewhat surprising me. With time i might get all my answers or time will teach me in its own way. As of now my thought of the day should be to encourage my children and compare less and less to others children. Well, i am a human too...
Todays lunch box had 'roti subzi'. I do not know how far he will eat that but i trusted my cooking skills and packed it for him. His snack box had peaches, a few green grapes and yoghurt.
Thanks for stopping by and i hope you all enjoy the day and rest of the week.
It's another day of another week and i hope you all have been enjoying the season. The leaves are all gone and so are the pumpkins. My neighbors have have beautifully decorated their houses with lights and the houses look dazzling indeed.
Today i would like to discuss something different. We all at some point do it in our lives, not necessarily with our children but in any relation. We compare either ourselves or our state or relations with others. As my children are growing i am increasing finding it difficult to restraint myself from comparing them with others. When we are blessed with a second child we tend to compare them with their older sibling. Every new act or activity is compared with the previous one irrespective of gender. We monitor the time frame when the elder one started to talk and compare the younger ones time they take. I know we all are uniquely different.
This weekend i was upset with my S because he made some pointless mistake while calculating his numbers in school. I knew from him that a few other students had scored well while he made those childish mistakes. When i further questioned he promptly requested me not to compare him with others. I was surprised to an extent.
For most of the weekend i questioned myself that what exactly is wrong. Is it wrong to expect that your child does well in class or to expect that your child will do well like the other students of the class. Even though i fairly get the fact straight that we all make mistakes and mistakes are learning steps, yet somewhere i am still confused with comparison and expectation.
It might sound a very trivial to some and perhaps to me too in few years from now yet the profundity between the differences is somewhat surprising me. With time i might get all my answers or time will teach me in its own way. As of now my thought of the day should be to encourage my children and compare less and less to others children. Well, i am a human too...
Todays lunch box had 'roti subzi'. I do not know how far he will eat that but i trusted my cooking skills and packed it for him. His snack box had peaches, a few green grapes and yoghurt.
Thanks for stopping by and i hope you all enjoy the day and rest of the week.
Friday, November 9, 2018
Tiffin Tales 50
Hola...
It's Friday and its snowing here. Yup, its just November and a long way to go before the winter ends. I also realized that it's my 50th 'Tiffin Tale's' post. It might sound a bit cliche but i am super happy in noting down my day to day thoughts. In a few years from now my S will perhaps stop carrying his lunch box but i guess i enjoy reading these snippets of his school days.
We woke up to a fresh layer of snow which is apparently seasons first snow fall. Dressed in boots, hats and mittens we went outside to check if its thick or thin snow. Luckily it wasn't thick but good enough to get some pictures clicked though. Thankfully it isn't going to snow on this weekend though.
The week has been crazy and its going to super crazy over the weekend. The house looks like a battle field with festive clothes, scattered toys, candles, piled up and un opened letters, unwanted boxes. I think i will some super man power to organize everything and come back to life.
This morning woke up to a strange pain in my left feet. The entire day has been a bit slow and i wanted some rest after all the running. But with a toddler at home its a distant dream. With the Diwali fervor i forgot that milk containers needs replenishment, so i had to rush. Even though i am a bit exhausted yet the smiles on my children's face after they are fed properly gives me some divine level of satisfaction. As i m typing these lucid words i am helping my S with his homework while the other one is constantly trying to grab my attention.
I will try to wrap it for this week. For today's lunch box, it was just his snack box which had parathas and a cheese stick and a few pieces of pear. I hope you all enjoy your weekend amidst all the stress and running. Please pray for me too, so that my feet gets some rest.
It's Friday and its snowing here. Yup, its just November and a long way to go before the winter ends. I also realized that it's my 50th 'Tiffin Tale's' post. It might sound a bit cliche but i am super happy in noting down my day to day thoughts. In a few years from now my S will perhaps stop carrying his lunch box but i guess i enjoy reading these snippets of his school days.
We woke up to a fresh layer of snow which is apparently seasons first snow fall. Dressed in boots, hats and mittens we went outside to check if its thick or thin snow. Luckily it wasn't thick but good enough to get some pictures clicked though. Thankfully it isn't going to snow on this weekend though.
The week has been crazy and its going to super crazy over the weekend. The house looks like a battle field with festive clothes, scattered toys, candles, piled up and un opened letters, unwanted boxes. I think i will some super man power to organize everything and come back to life.
This morning woke up to a strange pain in my left feet. The entire day has been a bit slow and i wanted some rest after all the running. But with a toddler at home its a distant dream. With the Diwali fervor i forgot that milk containers needs replenishment, so i had to rush. Even though i am a bit exhausted yet the smiles on my children's face after they are fed properly gives me some divine level of satisfaction. As i m typing these lucid words i am helping my S with his homework while the other one is constantly trying to grab my attention.
I will try to wrap it for this week. For today's lunch box, it was just his snack box which had parathas and a cheese stick and a few pieces of pear. I hope you all enjoy your weekend amidst all the stress and running. Please pray for me too, so that my feet gets some rest.
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