HAPPY NEW YEAR 2020
Folks, hope all have been doing tremendously well. I went into hibernation since a lot has happened in the last six months. I became aunt to twins, my laptop crashed, my parents stayed for a few days with me and what not. There have been fillers with illness, festivals, birthdays. I always missed writing here but my laptop went into denial mode and denied to help me. I lost quite a bit of data for which I almost went into depression. I am glad that finally I get to jot down a few lines here once again.
I became aunt to twin babies and the joy is unparalleled. The experience is so unique seeing two tiny human beings growing together. The madness of the festive season, the excitement of birthday parties, school projects together made me run like a headless chicken all around.
My children have been taking turns to fall prey to the cold weather and this time they took a step forward to get viral germs and spread it to us too.
In the midst of all the precipitance we all grow, we all evolve, we all learn, cry and enjoy through the times, weather and the moments. When my parents left I almost felt a part of me went with them too. Once again I long to meet them and spend some more time and breath a new life into memories.
I will be more regular in writing now that some complicated situations seem to get uncoiled. I hope i will get enough time to pen down a few lines whether or not someone reads it...
Enjoy the moment....
Thursday, January 9, 2020
Tuesday, June 4, 2019
Tiffin Tales 103
Hola...
How are you friends doing? I hope the sun is shining more brightly now and you all are enjoying the season amidst lots of mangoes and chiller drinks...Oh yes, did I forget to mention ice creams too? The markets are flooded with different flavors, so just go and grab your favorite flavors.
The past month I took a small break and decided to just soak in the moments. The moments when my parents came and I got to spend some time with them after quite some time. When they left I almost went to depression (technically not though). They stayed with us for a small amount of time but I did not want to miss out any moments of love and laughter with them. We could not replicate our childhood moments but walking down through that lane with my children was surely fun. They were curious to know how life was with limited gadgets and meager toys.
My father took pride in sharing the stories how efficiently I could climb trees to get those guavas or bravely learnt how to ride cycle with minimum help. Stories, anecdotes and food kept flowing till late at night. The weather was a depressant though. We tried to take them in and around but the strong winds forced us to stay home for most of the days. We reimbursed those days with movies and ice creams. Only thing my kids did was scream with ice cream and had one hell of a time.
Parents are blessings in the truest form. Life feels so calm and less stressful with them around. I relished all the meals cooked by her and craving more so now. Life without parents feels like a dish cooked with minimalistic spices. There is a taste but so many flavors missing. Time keeps changing and we just hop from one story to another but our childhood stories are preciously kept safe with our parents. I am already looking forward to my next visit to my parents and somewhere deeply miss being with them.
Well, the summer break starts this week and I will have a crazy schedule. But our constant love for food will be there and there will be extensive sessions of baking and messy kitchen all throughout the school closure. Lets all enjoy the season with whatever you have. If you none to enjoy with just remember the sun and the moon are lonely but they shine bright...You have admirers too...
This morning its been pouring and my S wanted to take pasta for lunch. It something easy and absolutely no fuss. For his snack box I packed some orange slices, some peaches and a small muffin... Enjoy friends, catch you all soon...
How are you friends doing? I hope the sun is shining more brightly now and you all are enjoying the season amidst lots of mangoes and chiller drinks...Oh yes, did I forget to mention ice creams too? The markets are flooded with different flavors, so just go and grab your favorite flavors.
The past month I took a small break and decided to just soak in the moments. The moments when my parents came and I got to spend some time with them after quite some time. When they left I almost went to depression (technically not though). They stayed with us for a small amount of time but I did not want to miss out any moments of love and laughter with them. We could not replicate our childhood moments but walking down through that lane with my children was surely fun. They were curious to know how life was with limited gadgets and meager toys.
My father took pride in sharing the stories how efficiently I could climb trees to get those guavas or bravely learnt how to ride cycle with minimum help. Stories, anecdotes and food kept flowing till late at night. The weather was a depressant though. We tried to take them in and around but the strong winds forced us to stay home for most of the days. We reimbursed those days with movies and ice creams. Only thing my kids did was scream with ice cream and had one hell of a time.
Parents are blessings in the truest form. Life feels so calm and less stressful with them around. I relished all the meals cooked by her and craving more so now. Life without parents feels like a dish cooked with minimalistic spices. There is a taste but so many flavors missing. Time keeps changing and we just hop from one story to another but our childhood stories are preciously kept safe with our parents. I am already looking forward to my next visit to my parents and somewhere deeply miss being with them.
Well, the summer break starts this week and I will have a crazy schedule. But our constant love for food will be there and there will be extensive sessions of baking and messy kitchen all throughout the school closure. Lets all enjoy the season with whatever you have. If you none to enjoy with just remember the sun and the moon are lonely but they shine bright...You have admirers too...
This morning its been pouring and my S wanted to take pasta for lunch. It something easy and absolutely no fuss. For his snack box I packed some orange slices, some peaches and a small muffin... Enjoy friends, catch you all soon...
Tuesday, May 14, 2019
Tiffin Tales 102
Hola...
I know it's belated but Happy Mother's Day to all mothers worldwide. I hope you all made to feel how much we all need our mothers irrespective of time and age. Even though mothers work tirelessly everyday day and one single day of appreciation is never enough to acknowledge her worth yet one of special hug and love will be equally appreciated by all mothers.
There is an aunt in my family who could never give birth. Going back to the days when we grew up adoption was neither easy nor a very welcoming decision in the family. The society was and is still to an extent is stern and patriarchal where women are confounded for being unable to give birth. The process of adoption is still long-winded even though the idea is still conceivable. Now this aunt had to bear taunts from all walks of life for not giving birth. Even though as couple they wanted to adopt a child but owing to the tedious process and less support from their families they dropped the idea. We always say her happy but but deep down in her heart she always carried that burden with her. This aunt of ours always appreciated children so after a few years she offered to teach children which killed her monotony and developed as a profession. With years she threw herself in the company of books and children around her. She used to make snacks on occasions especially whenever she would learn that it was someones birthday. The love of those children was her soul food.
This is just one aunt I know because I have seen her but there are perhaps thousands of women worldwide who yearn to be a mother someday. Multiple doctor visits, tests, treatments just for one blessing. Well some dreams and prayers are accepted while the others have still securely hold on to their hopes.
A mother's life is always full of struggles and surprises. From the moment she becomes aware that a tiny human being is attached to her uterus she build her world which is nothing but love. The pain of giving birth, the joy of holding and the sheer joy of seeing them grow is nothing short of a magical experience.
On a different side there are mothers who may not have felt the pain, watch their bellies grow or felt the fluttering kicks yet their hearts are full of love for the children whom they have adopted or take care of them through various organizations. They are mothers in every form because they too speak the language of love.
Every day is Mother's Day if you acknowledge your mother. She is the epitome of selfless love and our existence. Love and respect your mother for you will never get another.
I know it's belated but Happy Mother's Day to all mothers worldwide. I hope you all made to feel how much we all need our mothers irrespective of time and age. Even though mothers work tirelessly everyday day and one single day of appreciation is never enough to acknowledge her worth yet one of special hug and love will be equally appreciated by all mothers.
There is an aunt in my family who could never give birth. Going back to the days when we grew up adoption was neither easy nor a very welcoming decision in the family. The society was and is still to an extent is stern and patriarchal where women are confounded for being unable to give birth. The process of adoption is still long-winded even though the idea is still conceivable. Now this aunt had to bear taunts from all walks of life for not giving birth. Even though as couple they wanted to adopt a child but owing to the tedious process and less support from their families they dropped the idea. We always say her happy but but deep down in her heart she always carried that burden with her. This aunt of ours always appreciated children so after a few years she offered to teach children which killed her monotony and developed as a profession. With years she threw herself in the company of books and children around her. She used to make snacks on occasions especially whenever she would learn that it was someones birthday. The love of those children was her soul food.
This is just one aunt I know because I have seen her but there are perhaps thousands of women worldwide who yearn to be a mother someday. Multiple doctor visits, tests, treatments just for one blessing. Well some dreams and prayers are accepted while the others have still securely hold on to their hopes.
A mother's life is always full of struggles and surprises. From the moment she becomes aware that a tiny human being is attached to her uterus she build her world which is nothing but love. The pain of giving birth, the joy of holding and the sheer joy of seeing them grow is nothing short of a magical experience.
On a different side there are mothers who may not have felt the pain, watch their bellies grow or felt the fluttering kicks yet their hearts are full of love for the children whom they have adopted or take care of them through various organizations. They are mothers in every form because they too speak the language of love.
Every day is Mother's Day if you acknowledge your mother. She is the epitome of selfless love and our existence. Love and respect your mother for you will never get another.
Monday, May 6, 2019
Tiffin Tales 101
Hola...
I hope you all are doing amidst all the weather conditions. It's been pouring here and last week it was quite damp. The sun visited us on the weekend but I think the rains have been directed for this week too.
The rains made me super lazy to do anything or go out. The dark clouds seemed heavy on the hearts too. Keeping oneself happy and occupied at the same time in this weather is challenging.
The only stimulant I find these weather is reading and watching Netflix. I try to absorb myself to escape from the antagonism of life. Life can at times burden us with so many emotions. I get overwhelmed with both happiness and sorrow at times that I need to carve out space to equalize them in my mind and heart. Often I find myself ruminating about the past but hastily come back to present world. The escapades are my way of finding the lost happiness in memories and the times gone by. The present is always a struggle mixed with anxiety about the future. This cloudy morning started with a wish to see my children growing up. I want them to grow but not at neck break speed. I want them to learn and explore but without ignoring me. My customized wishes cannot be actualized but again I realized that I am thinking too much about the future.
Okay, I thing I am getting a bit philosophical here. This morning I made chickpea rice for lunch box. The snack box had strawberries, some apple slices and a small piece of muffin.
I will continue a bit exploring on my escapades and perhaps will try to share if I can play with the words. As of now my oven is beeping and I need to rush. I will share my cake with you all...
I hope you all are doing amidst all the weather conditions. It's been pouring here and last week it was quite damp. The sun visited us on the weekend but I think the rains have been directed for this week too.
The rains made me super lazy to do anything or go out. The dark clouds seemed heavy on the hearts too. Keeping oneself happy and occupied at the same time in this weather is challenging.
The only stimulant I find these weather is reading and watching Netflix. I try to absorb myself to escape from the antagonism of life. Life can at times burden us with so many emotions. I get overwhelmed with both happiness and sorrow at times that I need to carve out space to equalize them in my mind and heart. Often I find myself ruminating about the past but hastily come back to present world. The escapades are my way of finding the lost happiness in memories and the times gone by. The present is always a struggle mixed with anxiety about the future. This cloudy morning started with a wish to see my children growing up. I want them to grow but not at neck break speed. I want them to learn and explore but without ignoring me. My customized wishes cannot be actualized but again I realized that I am thinking too much about the future.
Okay, I thing I am getting a bit philosophical here. This morning I made chickpea rice for lunch box. The snack box had strawberries, some apple slices and a small piece of muffin.
I will continue a bit exploring on my escapades and perhaps will try to share if I can play with the words. As of now my oven is beeping and I need to rush. I will share my cake with you all...
Friday, April 26, 2019
Tiffin Tales 100
Hola...
Yay, its my 100th post today...Well, the journey of jotting down started a few years back, but down the line I lost a bit of momentum due lack of time. My babies took out every bit of my energy and time and I found it a bit hard to write. Now that they are mobile and willing to do some of their tasks I get 'some' time to come back to this love of mine.
So today I will be just focussing on my writing journey. With years I have made lots of memories along with experiences. We all like to cherish good memories and avoid remembering the ugly ones but in a subtle way they teach us lessons which we remember them in a way. Everything happens for a reason, they say but lets cherish the present moments so that I have lots to share in my coming years.
Talking about memories I can say about this week. A sweet little girl I met in the park a couple of days ago. The child was around 5 years of age and had the most gorgeous eyes. Even though I met her for the first time, I didn't feel like. She seemed to be too friendly and her mother confessed that she isn't friendly with everyone. She seems to have known me and the hugs she gave were pure love. I played with her for quite some time and she was reluctant to go. So i continued to play for some more time. The only sad part of this story is that the family was leaving the state over the weekend. I felt a tad sad. How I wish I had taken a couple of pictures with her with her mom's permission. I couldn't visit the park after that due to weather conditions but I somehow missed that pretty girl. Every child is adorable but somehow her smile stuck with me. I wish she grows up to be a good human being and be always blessed. This was my special memory of this week.
As it's my century post tonight I am planning to make a nice dessert. I still have to decide but I will share with you all. You all will be in my thoughts though.
Enjoy your weekend..
Yay, its my 100th post today...Well, the journey of jotting down started a few years back, but down the line I lost a bit of momentum due lack of time. My babies took out every bit of my energy and time and I found it a bit hard to write. Now that they are mobile and willing to do some of their tasks I get 'some' time to come back to this love of mine.
So today I will be just focussing on my writing journey. With years I have made lots of memories along with experiences. We all like to cherish good memories and avoid remembering the ugly ones but in a subtle way they teach us lessons which we remember them in a way. Everything happens for a reason, they say but lets cherish the present moments so that I have lots to share in my coming years.
Talking about memories I can say about this week. A sweet little girl I met in the park a couple of days ago. The child was around 5 years of age and had the most gorgeous eyes. Even though I met her for the first time, I didn't feel like. She seemed to be too friendly and her mother confessed that she isn't friendly with everyone. She seems to have known me and the hugs she gave were pure love. I played with her for quite some time and she was reluctant to go. So i continued to play for some more time. The only sad part of this story is that the family was leaving the state over the weekend. I felt a tad sad. How I wish I had taken a couple of pictures with her with her mom's permission. I couldn't visit the park after that due to weather conditions but I somehow missed that pretty girl. Every child is adorable but somehow her smile stuck with me. I wish she grows up to be a good human being and be always blessed. This was my special memory of this week.
As it's my century post tonight I am planning to make a nice dessert. I still have to decide but I will share with you all. You all will be in my thoughts though.
Enjoy your weekend..
Tuesday, April 23, 2019
Tiffin Tales 99
Hola...
I am still shaking with the news thats going all over the world. So many innocent people have lost their lives at prayer place, something I am still trying to come to terms. In the past one week , the world changed so much.
We were looking forward to the Easter weekend break due to various reasons. We were waiting to meet one of our old friend after a few years and hence we were excited. We were invited for actually two celebrations and the kids were elated. But the news of Sunday morning changed so many feelings and my emotions since then have been quite tumultuous.
We all love our festivals and festive time and such a tragedy is beyond our imagination. We ourselves have put questions on humanity and have stooped so low. The innocent people who were completely unaware of such a catastrophe shakes up my entire faith. The ones who survived do not know whether they will ever be able to lead a completely normal life. The barrenness of their minds and heart will only crave for death.
Until Saturday I was enjoying my friends visit and the weather. Sunday morning bartered my heart. My heart and thoughts go out for those innocent people who are perhaps till numb with pain. May the time heal your wounds with love. My prayers are with you all..
I am still upset and hence skipping today discussing about lunch box. I hope and pray you all lead a healthy life surrounded by love...
I am still shaking with the news thats going all over the world. So many innocent people have lost their lives at prayer place, something I am still trying to come to terms. In the past one week , the world changed so much.
We were looking forward to the Easter weekend break due to various reasons. We were waiting to meet one of our old friend after a few years and hence we were excited. We were invited for actually two celebrations and the kids were elated. But the news of Sunday morning changed so many feelings and my emotions since then have been quite tumultuous.
We all love our festivals and festive time and such a tragedy is beyond our imagination. We ourselves have put questions on humanity and have stooped so low. The innocent people who were completely unaware of such a catastrophe shakes up my entire faith. The ones who survived do not know whether they will ever be able to lead a completely normal life. The barrenness of their minds and heart will only crave for death.
Until Saturday I was enjoying my friends visit and the weather. Sunday morning bartered my heart. My heart and thoughts go out for those innocent people who are perhaps till numb with pain. May the time heal your wounds with love. My prayers are with you all..
I am still upset and hence skipping today discussing about lunch box. I hope and pray you all lead a healthy life surrounded by love...
Tuesday, April 16, 2019
Tiffin Tales 98
Hola..
Subho Noboborsho or Happy Bengali New Year..
It was celebrated yesterday by all the Bengali's all over the globe. This day is also know as 'Poila Baisakh' of the first day of the month Baisaikh. A new calendar year starts on this day and we seek blessings from the Almighty and the elders of the family.
I learnt a bit from my grandmother and she told us this. One day Emperor Akbar called his astronomer Fatullah Shrazi to create a combinative calendar between Lunar Islamic calendar and Solar Hindu Calendar. So he came up with a name 'Fasal I shann. which means a year of good harvests. Gradually people started to adopt this thinking it will bring them a year full of good harvests and prosperity. Over the years this day gained more popularity and the Bengali calendar year bulged up.
This day the shopkeepers close all their previous credit accounts and start new registers. Goddess Ganesh and Lakshmi are worshipped and Bengali's feast on various delicacies. I have very fond memories of my growing years growing up amidst the festivities. New calendar neatly rolled with the help of a rubber band would be given to all the store customers. I remember me and my brother would wait for those calendars to check who had the better images and could hang that in front of our study table. I still have a calendar in my house even we use the phone to make appointments or check the dates.
I still follow the small rituals on the day even though nothing elaborate . I worship, make a good meal and call my family and relatives to seek their blessings. They cannot touch my head to bless me but their exciting voices are enough to comfort me that their love and blessings are always with me.
This morning My S wasn't interested in taking lunch. He wanted salad. So I made him a simple chicken salad with a simple dressing. I packed it cautiously so that the dressing doesn't mess up his lunch box. The snack box had a banana and a few strawberries and yoghurt..
Enjoy the day and most importantly enjoy the moments.
Subho Noboborsho or Happy Bengali New Year..
It was celebrated yesterday by all the Bengali's all over the globe. This day is also know as 'Poila Baisakh' of the first day of the month Baisaikh. A new calendar year starts on this day and we seek blessings from the Almighty and the elders of the family.
I learnt a bit from my grandmother and she told us this. One day Emperor Akbar called his astronomer Fatullah Shrazi to create a combinative calendar between Lunar Islamic calendar and Solar Hindu Calendar. So he came up with a name 'Fasal I shann. which means a year of good harvests. Gradually people started to adopt this thinking it will bring them a year full of good harvests and prosperity. Over the years this day gained more popularity and the Bengali calendar year bulged up.
This day the shopkeepers close all their previous credit accounts and start new registers. Goddess Ganesh and Lakshmi are worshipped and Bengali's feast on various delicacies. I have very fond memories of my growing years growing up amidst the festivities. New calendar neatly rolled with the help of a rubber band would be given to all the store customers. I remember me and my brother would wait for those calendars to check who had the better images and could hang that in front of our study table. I still have a calendar in my house even we use the phone to make appointments or check the dates.
I still follow the small rituals on the day even though nothing elaborate . I worship, make a good meal and call my family and relatives to seek their blessings. They cannot touch my head to bless me but their exciting voices are enough to comfort me that their love and blessings are always with me.
This morning My S wasn't interested in taking lunch. He wanted salad. So I made him a simple chicken salad with a simple dressing. I packed it cautiously so that the dressing doesn't mess up his lunch box. The snack box had a banana and a few strawberries and yoghurt..
Enjoy the day and most importantly enjoy the moments.
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