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Bumble learns to fly

Bumble buzzed his way into the world. Papa Bombus and mamma Bombee celebrated his birth by throwing a huge feast for the entire clan of creepy crawlies. They rented the trunk of the biggest oak tree in the neighborhood. Mamma Bombee decorated the hollow with hand woven petal streamers. Guests drowned themselves into barrels of nectar and pollen that the couple imported from exotic flowers. The highlight of the event was the slug dance and the humming competition.  A day old bumble watched everything from his sunflower cradle and thought to himself, 'ah this is life'. He grew up a brat, arrogant and dominating. He was best at eating and his frequent siestas were exasperating. He rarely left his hollow and when he did he had ants to carry him around. Silly snail who lived next doors was his only friend. One fine morning silly snail crept into Bumble’s room and told him about a fair in the neighboring forest. Bumble immediately summoned his chariot and marched towards th...
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Hair scare: combatting the hair tourniquet monster

Parenthood is challenging, unpredictable and at times unnerving. Poco was barely 4 months on a Saturday morning in the month of June. His dad decided to give him a head to toe massage before a bath. That's when he noticed a swelling on a tiny toe. Initially it looked like an insect bite but poco didn't seem like he was in pain. Our friends next doors suggested we call a medical facility. My husband spoke to a nurse who recommended an ointment and asked us to wait it out till Monday. We took him to the emergency department of a hospital for check up, just in case.... 'Just in case' turned out to be a big deal. A doctor inspected his toe and told us that something had cut through his skin! We were neither aware nor ready for this. They pricked and poked his toe with a forcep even as I held on to my wailing baby. Nothing in sight. They called for a podiatrist (foot specialist). By then we prepared ourselves for a surgery because that seemed like the only option to get ...

New year gift

A big red book of fairy tales wriggled through the heap of memories and caught me unawares. It was a gift from my maternal grandparents when I was 8 or 9. The book does not exist anymore, not tangibly, but the thought of it brought a smile on my face. Those were the days when Hansel and Gretel were friends, Rapunzel and Cinderella role models; their battles with beasts and witches seemed like mine. The memory smelled divine bringing back a slice of the times and people who had moved away. Today when I think of a gift I want to give my son, nephews, nieces on the threshold of a new year I know it has to be the gift of stories; their own blue, green, yellow book of tales. A happy place they can turn to on one of those days when life gets gloomy or busy or mundane. Written on 31 December 2013

Toy land

Poco has many toys but his favorite are his mamma toy and Papa toy who are at his Beck and call all day. So he feels like taking a walk at 2 in the morning. All he needs to do is press the 'waaaa' button and the next thing you see he is perched on Papa toy's arms and off for his leisurely stroll. He wants to chew on an old, dirty, poor excuse for a rattle and again click clack on that innocent smiley button and mamma toy comes running with the treasure. He climbs on them, pulls their hair, bites their nose, chews on their fingers. Mamma and Papa toys like the rest of the toys bear them all in silence. Written on 27 July 2013

Sleep baby sleep

He sleeps like the world's a gooey chocolate cake One that the angels beat, batter, bake. He sleeps like the stars are a million lollipop Aim at the biggest one, it drops with a plop. He sleeps in his cradle smiley trees abound Pick them each day and spread it all around. Wars, despair, chaos, gloom that befall He is cocooned by ignorance he sleeps through them all. He will know of a world where angels with broken wings Can weave no magic nor do they sing He will wake up to a land where fairies too weep But for now he is safe Sleep baby sleep. Written on 27 June 2013

Wrapper

When I cuddle my little one I can touch and smell his innocence almost as if he is tightly wrapped in it. I try and soak it all up because it won't last forever. Innocence is inversely proportional to length most of the times. He will soon outgrow his wrapper. Written on 22 March 2013

The first page of mamma diaries

A 6 week old Mom, I still find it difficult to believe that a thing that grew my belly and finally tore off me and into the world is a real deal, a real moving eating pooping wailing deal. The tearing off bit was painful what with the epiciotomy and vaccuum-assisted delivery. At the cost of sounding 'unmotherly' that pain did not go away magically when I held the strange little delicate thing in my arms.  There are days when I am bogged down by the marathon nu rsing sessions. I am not as mobile as I would like to be. I have not shopped in a while. My coffee mug and I have parted way though I look at it longingly. Sigh! The less I talk about sleep or the lack of it, the better. Yet each day he tells us a new story. Some funny ones when he falls asleep when I sit him down to burp him. He is such a sight! Some sad stories when he screams his lungs out or makes a really sad face while sleeping. Some mystery too when he stares away into the oblivion as if he is chattin...