Friday, 24 August 2012

Lunchtime worries.

If ever there was a sign that a Mum should take their child's concerns seriously, it is this.

Even on the other side of the world, surrounded by every imaginable fun things to do, wonderful weather to enjoy and toys piled so high, they could be a hill, Tara's last thought at bed time is dealing with lunch hour at school. It annoyed me at first, but now it's the last straw. I need to stop taking suggestions and get on my daughter's side and sort it out for her.

Packed lunch it shall be..rules or no rules. I'm geared up like a bull ready to charge if the school puts up resistance. Enough is enough.

Now back to my last few days of India. Mixed feelings now. Sad to leave but looking forward to my real life home, with all its comforts and's still my home. 

Monday, 20 August 2012

Coming up for air!

I haven't been writing here for one reason or the other. Internet connectivity and power outages are perhaps excuses for not writing. I am taking in the India experience rather greedily, saving the details in my somewhat unreliable brain, to post ten days later when I am back in the comfort that only one's own home provides, however humble.

Having taken a long deep breath, I am ready to immerse myself in what is to come in the next few days.

Ciao !!

Thursday, 2 August 2012

Birthday Party no. 2.

Tara had her "real" birthday party in India....again..

After the extravaganza back at home, I thought that woud be it. But here in India when people got wind of the fact that it was Tara's birthday, they pulled out all the stops and we had birthday party no. 2...with a difference.

A custom made ball gown was made to order....Cinderella style. When I say ball gown, I mean a real ball gown. There were fittings and adjustments till it was just perfect. Then there were the decorations..breathtaking. The food..scrumptious..and the guests from around the place, excited and exuberant. The party kicked off with a magic show with Tara playing magician assistant to her delight. Then there was food and drink, dancing till the little one's dropped, loads of presents and Tara barely changing her clothes before she dropped off to sleep without as much as opening a single present.

What a day..

Tara did mention the small matter of party number 3 for her beloved father who missed the whole event. Hmmm.