Mundane Musings

On every wedding anniversary of mine, when  I want to blog about it, I find myself coming up short of words to express how I feel. I cast about for phrases and adjectives to bring out best the way I feel and always, always my vocabulary deserts me. I envy people who write with such beautiful prose, poetry or even pure tongue-in-cheek humour what these moments or milestones mean to them. Even now when I think back to the five years I have spent with S and what it has made me be or what it means, I find myself choking back emotions and words. I guess I should be content in saying that he changed my life. He's made me  a better person. It is a profound feeling - to know that you have first of all changed for a person or a circumstance and that the change has been for the good and that the person has been worthy of it. And now he is the father to my little, impish daughter and I look at her and look at the genes that have passed on from him to her and I want to give him...

Happy New Year folks! The year is already up and running for me…one day folds into another, one week into another and the only assessment I have of my productivity is Anahita’s healthy growth. Touch wood.  This situation is difficult to accept for all those who are invested in a career and who having opted for a child find yourself picking up long dropped soiled nappies, wiping barfs and urine out of your clothes, trying to keep yourself occupied in the middle of the night so that the little one can get back to sleep, reading blogs on colour of baby’s stool and its significance, common remedies for common cold…and the list can go on. It is pretty confidence –lowering work, especially in that inconceivable moment when you have the time and a magazine or newspaper near you and the picture of a successful woman is smiling at you. You’ll look for the nearest hole to bury yourself in.  I have never considered myself to be an ambitious, go-getter with a dream to crash thro...