The Dream Pedlar

The day passed under a cloud of general dread and anxiety, reflecting the monsoon-like rainfall we've had all day today. I don't feel like writing much, so I'll leave it at that for now. À demain! Image Attribution: Photo by Satyan Chawla on Unsplash

I almost forgot to show up here today, that's how far away from my computer I've been all day. After yesterday's epic success of a day in terms of word count, this morning I was all pepped up to keep the momentum going. And then, sweet, sweet D had a

Today was the kind of day to be forgotten, to be erased from memory. Today was the kind of day I fear will linger on by way of the emotional scars it left behind. Today was the kind of day that rip-roared through our lives like a wildfire, the kind

I got my second shot. And no, it wasn't AstraZeneca this time. I opted for an mRNA vaccine. Given that everything is a crapshoot anyway, I decided to go with the expert recommendation currently prevalent in the country and chose a different shot to be injected into me. I don't

Today was grand. The first thing I did after waking up (being woken up by D) in the morning at six was heading down to play with him. We spent a good two hours playing, following which KrA headed down and whipped up some yummy breakfast. Normally, I'd have written

This is one of those days when I get to say, "Wow! Where did the day go?" KrA was still unwell. I ditched my morning walk so that D and I could ride our bikes a long, long way away to the nearest Fortinos. And boy! I can't recall the

We woke up later than usual and thereafter, everything this morning took twice the usual amount of time. I spent almost all morning looking forward to an afternoon nap, from which I woke up to find KrA down and under following his second shot yesterday. So D and I went

We've been watching some of the birds and their eggs hatch and their chicks grow and fledge this season thanks to The Cornell Lab resource. We first watched the barred owls with great interest. Their two chicks, which we named Coochee and Cheecoo, (although their official names were Pignut and

Today was a wonderfully ordinary day. Play-time with D in the morning, my morning walk, breakfast and work, more play-time with D, cooking while KrA took D on a bike ride to Paletta, lunch, some TV time for D while I snoozed beside him, sorting of library books, me heading

D turned five today. I am always hesitant to write about my child, about motherhood, about parenting, because whenever I try to capture that experience in words, I find it is quite impossible to explain it in a way without romanticising the struggle, or downplaying it somehow. When we do

Last week, I had the rare privilege of sitting with D for one of his online classes. KrA is the one who usually sits with D, but on this occasion, the children were to make Fathers' Day crafts for their dads, so D asked me to sit with him so