D went to summer camp today at his school. Three of his classmates turned up there, and along with teachers he already knew from when he attended school during the school year, he was at ease going in. I was determined to make use of this day to write. And

I woke up this morning at 2:30 A.M. and couldn't go to sleep after that. I tried to read as that usually gets me back into sleep mode but no such luck today. So I threw off the covers at close to 4 A.M. and came to

D has decided today to stay up until the clock turns 00:00. KrA is lying next to D, and at this rate the grown-up will fall asleep way before the little one does. Every day is a new adventure in this part of the world. And because yesterday was

A very short post today because I'm pretty sure I'd otherwise fall asleep right here, right now. I also don't mind keeping this short because I managed to do a few fiction writing sprints earlier in the day, along with playtime with D, running errands, doing chores around the home

It's almost 5 P.M. and I've only just switched on the computer for the day. Been completely knackered since morning, a result of yesterday's shot. Entirely expected. What I didn't expect was how much I'd sleep as a result. I was awake only at mealtimes, and fast asleep at

It's past 9 P.M. and not a single soul is asleep at home. Thanks to an afternoon nap, D is wide awake, and we went down for a 'late-night' snack just now as his little tummy was growling. He was so excited about it. "This is so awesome," he

It was awfully hot today. Give me the cold anytime, but the heat has become unbearable. Surprisingly, I did manage to get in my words today after a walk after a fun morning session of drawing funny pictures with D. We were inspired by a book called The Pencil written

Instead of looking at non-writing days as non-productive days, I'm going to rename them as 'family days' or 'rest days'. Because those are pretty much the two reasons I struggle to get to the writing computer. I suppose I should also have Internet-days then because I did turn up at

The plan for today, one day before D's birthday, was to pick up a kite curbside, buy D's birthday cake, clean our home, and put up the swirls and the Happy Birthday banner and a few other items of decoration. What instead happened was this. We did the curbside pick-up

Lots of things happened today. I woke up from a rather disturbed sleep and was cranky. Went out for a walk, worrying today would be yet another epic fail. But on the way, an idea for a Tales for Dreamers story popped into my head and I came back home

D's summer holidays have officially begun! This morning, I woke up in my room alone as KrA co-slept with D. There were a few moments of serenity, followed by a crash-landing of the grief and sorrow I had experienced almost all of yesterday. I mourned the 'only' one child I

That feeling is back. A hollowness being slowly carved out in my gut. The heart holding a void, an emptiness. Today is the last day of JK for my little one. And he's been a little upset about it this morning. Until yesterday, he had been counting down the days

(Artwork by dear friend, Padmaja Balaji) A fortnight ago, I came across and started to read an enchanting book titled 'The Art of Inheriting Secrets' by Barbara O'Neal. It's about a California-based food editor, Olivia Shaw, who inherits an English estate and a title when her mother dies, both bequests

A few weeks ago, I was informed by email that one of my (non-fiction) pieces has been selected to appear in a soon-to-be-published local anthology. I was delighted at first, but doubt followed quickly thereafter. It was a rather raw and vulnerable piece, and I felt a little terrified at

I struggle with being a mother and a writer at the same time. When D is at home, I find it impossible to get any writing done. When he is at home, I want to spend time with him. But after a few hours of being with him, something starts

I turned forty two weeks ago. My birthday itself was a pleasant occasion and I celebrated it with my husband and four-year-old and cake. Wishes poured in from family overseas, and I remember feeling loved and content in the moment. But in the weeks leading up to my birthday, I