Category Archives: Motherhood

The Story Lover

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There are several things in life that I am immensely grateful for. For this wonderful life, for my loved ones, for the innumerable blessings and a hundred other reasons. One of them which I consider so precious is that my parents raised me as a lover of words, books and all things imaginary and fictitious. Books have hence been my constant companions, with me through the ups and downs. And being a mother now, what I wish for my son is that he fall in love with words and the smell of books too.

As he nears his third birthday, I can happily say that he is indeed a lover of books 🙂 It is an absolute pleasure to see the little one sit down patiently, place the book in his lap, browse through the pictures and writings with much interest and demand stories to be told. In an age of YouTube videos and animation movies, it is a great relief seeing him show an equal interest in reading books as well. And it definitely makes me happy and proud as a mother. Because often, books turn out to be the best teachers.

Am pretty sure you have heard a gazillion times about the importance of reading to kids and why you should make time for reading. It quickens his speech skills, enhances concentration, gives them mastery over the language and other similar reasons. But more than learning alphabets, sounds and words, books also teach them of love, of compassion, of being kind and empathetic.

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If you’re a parent you would know how kids blindly and totally believe their parents. You tell them you are Superman, then YOU ARE SUPERMAN, well, at least for them 😀 At such an age when they imbibe and grasp things so quick and smart, it is important you introduce to them good thoughts and values. You can make them responsible citizens of tomorrow by teaching them of self esteem, of acceptance, of respecting the differences, of helping other people etc. This definitely doesn’t mean forcing things onto them and making them think in ways you want them to. Books come to help here. By reading to them appropriate books, you present to them various situations and circumstances, making them understand things and react to those situations wisely. It helps them gain confidence and realize the truly important things in life. As the saying goes, A child who reads will be an adult who thinks wisely.

Each book should be an adventure; a pleasurable journey for them, stretching out their imagination, taking them to new worlds beyond the stories. Let the stories be funny or explicitly crazy. Let them relate to the situations and learn from them. You are sure to give them their best life lessons and the most wonderfully happy childhood memories.


December Lover.

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If you were to ask me about my most favourite season of the year, I wouldn’t have to give a second thought, coz undoubtedly it’s Christmas!!!! More than birthdays and anniversaries, I always keep waiting eagerly for Christmas. Maybe it’s so because birthdays and anniversaries are just-a-day’s-business while Christmas spirit stays throughout the month. Also because the whole world celebrates and join the festivities with much joy. There is so much of celebration everywhere. There is so much of love everywhere. There is so  much of happiness everywhere. All of these make me an unwavering December lover.



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I had always been this excited about Christmas right from my childhood days; a hundred times more thrilled during those days perhaps. Getting done with the exams, waiting for the elder sister to come back home for holidays, decorating the whole house with fairy lights and charms, spending time together, cooking experiments with the mother, special prayers, midnight mass followed by breaking the lenten fast right at midnight ; fond memories are plenty 🙂

Along with the festivities and celebrations, our mother made sure she made the Christmas season more spiritual for us. Observing the lent and daily visits to church were always a must. I also remember she made us follow simple advent calender activities for the 25 days. Simple things like wishing the elders a good morning, offering flowers at the church, doing special prayers, being kind to others, doing little help to someone in need and many other things. Simple things that stick to me strong even now. Little did I know that she was planting ideals, morals and ways of living in me then. This is one of the many very fond memories of Christmas for me.

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What are your fond memories?

I hope the spirit of Christmas stay with you for the days and months that follow. May the peace and joy be yours forever 🙂

Cookies for the boy.



The story of Whole Wheat Almond Cookies.

With high hopes of feeding the baby some dry fruits, among other things, I bought some almonds as well. You plan something, your toddler would have plotted a totally different plan in his mind already, I tell you. And guess what. Izahak refused to eat them. Not even tiny flakes of them. So I thought I’d trick him into eating them as something like Almond Milk or Almond Shake. But that didn’t help either. And then I started searching online for more recipes because the Mommy Me was so determined to make him eat them somehow. That’s when I came across this very simple Whole Wheat Eggless Almond Cookies recipe.

I made few variations to the original recipe to suit my liking. I doubled the quantity of almonds and halved the butter and wheat flour, which worked very well. The original recipe is posted below.

  • Sliced Almonds – 1/4 cup
  • Wheat Flour – 1 cup
  • Sugar – 1/2 cup
  • Salt – 1/4 tsp
  • Cardamom Powder – 1/2 tsp
  • Unsalted Butter – 1/2 cup
  • Milk – 2 tbsp

Izahak loves baking with me. So I decided I’ll make him join me right from the start itself, though it calls for flour clouds all over the place, dough sticking everywhere and double the cleaning.

He loved crushing the almonds. Other than eating the cookies, this was his favorite part.
Almonds, Flour and Sugar that strangely made a Mickey Mouse face, which nevertheless the boy enjoyed :O
Little helper
And in goes. 


TADA ! There you have it !!

This recipe makes around 15 to 20 cookies.They taste yum, plus they are whole wheat and eggless. And above all that, they are so easy to make. And if your toddler hesitates to eat almonds, maybe you should try this too 😉

Izahak Turns Two !!



Our son turned two last month. And we had a small gathering with the family at our hometown. More excited than the baby, it was me and my husband crazily planning since weeks for the same. While the husband took care of the decorations and invitations, I was busy planning the birthday cake. For Izahak’s first birthday I had made a Smash Cake for him, a simple rosette cake which luckily came out pretty well, even though it being my very first baking experiment. So this time I thought why not bake him my own cake ?! And to decide on a theme was just a cake walk 😉


Because that’s one song he could keep playing all day long…

Being a self taught home baker, I was really anxious about making a bus shaped cake  because that was going to be totally different from the usual square, rectangle and round cakes that I have baked before. But thanks to YouTube ! After religiously going through numerous tutorials, I finally figured out the steps and tricks. As for the Icing, I decided to go for cream cheese frosting since not everyone in the family likes butter cream frosting.

After having all the ingredients and steps sorted, we decided to bake the cake a day prior to the party. You know, just in case the bus fails :O You never know. The tension ended up in too  much self doubt. So we started the work on the day before. When I say we I mean my husband, okay. Though the only thing he knows about cakes is how to eat them perfectly, he was on this right from the start.

We baked two rectangle cakes, cut them in shapes and placed one on top of the other to make the basic bus shape. For the wheels we used Oreos. Never had Oreos been such lifesavers before 😀 The crumb coating and the final cream cheese frosting took more time and effort than we expected and wasn’t that easy for the beginner me. Five hours on my feet but hell yeah, WE DID IT ! Insert Dora song in the background. we did it, we did it, we did it. YAAY !




Not perfect as the store bought ones, I know. But please don’t judge me on that. Am just taking my baby steps. Way to go in terms of looks and perfection.But hey, it tasted pretty good. In fact, everyone liked it. Morover, the birthday boy was thrilled and overjoyed to see the cake Amma made for him. Hence, Mission Accomplished ! 🙂

Tryst With Nature

Little man enjoying some fresh air

Living in a multi-storeyed flat is almost like living on air. You look out, you see the sky and those weird shaped clouds (which seem quite interesting at times as well, as you get to make stories out of them. Well, am a bit crazy about making stories in my head. You would know if you read my strange love already 😉 ) Ok. Back to business. Living on air can be interesting, but definitely not always. You miss the smell of earth and the feel of sand on your feet, especially if you’re more of a nature person like me. I don’t know about you. But Izahak LOVES TO BE OUTDOOR. He just enjoys running around, jumping in the puddles and getting his tiny feet all dirty.

So whenever it is time to be back at his paternal and maternal homes, he is all happy and excited like a little puppy. Coz, he gets to be outdoors all the time.  Also, the grandparents always have in store lots of surprises and stories for him every time he is back. How can he not be happy ?!

Mr.I with his  maternal grandmother, picking up tulsi leaves


“Ammanjiiiiiiiii,,,,,,,, bug bug” he calls out to his grandmother all excited, his eyes shining like the shiny ladybug he just spotted.

We always make sure that he gets to be outdoors very often. More than seeing him happily jumping around, it is also time for him to explore his senses. To see the colors around, to feel the leaves, to smell the flowers in full bloom, to hear the birds sing and chirp and to taste the fruits freshly plucked by himself.

Passion fruit picking with paternal grandmother


It is great to see him connect with nature and learn from it. Children learn so quickly and what better teacher than Nature herself.



Dear Omran

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Dear Omran,

I feel ashamed and guilty to call myself a human, knowing some other fellow humans have caused this miserable plight for you.. The sight of you sitting there, without a shiver, too scared even to cry, has left the mother in me at a loss of words.
I cant stand to watch those tiny legs of yours covered in dust, that once craved to travel distances, walk around and jump up with joy… My heart cringes seeing that innocent face of yours which was once covered with your mother’s tender kisses, which then gleamed with excitement and happiness…
I pray you regain that smile soon my child.. I pray the world lets you dream more colorful dreams and realities.. I pray the world doesn’t scare you again.. I pray the world becomes a better place for you and for all of us..
A loving mother !!


The Shape Of a Mother

Self Portrait of Motherhood
Self Portrait of Motherhood

“Jeez !! You don’t look 23 girl !!  Do something about those extra kilos and get back into shape asap!!” , she exclaimed . That day I stood in front of the mirror, cursed myself and wished I could change things. It was not just her, but several others who commented on my postpartum body.

I knew I looked not the same anymore. I gained a lot of weight, went out of shape and got stretch marks on  all places one could ever imagine.

There was this immense joy of motherhood and the pleasure of seeing your baby smile on one side (about which I could now go on and on, maybe in another blog post.  🙂 lets see). But the occassional comments on my body, not to mention the drastic hormonal transitions and emotional imbalances started making life hell for me. Inspite of all the support and love from my loved ones, I grew more and more insecure about myself, especially my body.

But as time flew, I gradually learnt to like my body with all its flaws. I realised IT’S OK to have those extra kilos and that belly hang.  Not everybody looks like that celebrity mom who got back into shape two days post delivery. And i learnt to love  my body that gave me my little one whom I now love the most. I realised my body is different now, but only stronger than ever.

Now, I stand infront of the mirror only to smile at myself and feel content about every single thing in me. Yes, I got extra skin hanging around my belly, my breasts may be saggy, I got stretchmarks that show too much. But I embrace it all. Because  THIS IS THE SHAPE OF A MOTHER. This is what a mother looks like. This is the remnant of a glorious journey that one should be thankful and happy about.

Now when someone comments on my tummy stretchmarks, I reply with all the pride,  “that’s what makes me a badass tigress mom” 🙂

PS. Dedicated to all my fellow moms. Never ever feel bad. You are beautiful. You are blessed. Now smile for me. You deserve to be the happiest.