Lost in Reverie....

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?' 'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat. 'I don't much care where -' said Alice. 'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat. '- so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation. 'Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, 'if you only walk long enough.” ―   Lewis Carroll ,   Alice in Wonderland Off late I have been pondering a lot over some of the decisions that I’ve made and ‘what ifs’.. its like a chain of thoughts that gets triggered by anything - a small conversation with the hubby, sight of a group of ladies enjoying by themselves, women dressed up for office in the morning, mothers engrossed in their kids’ activities, friends climbing up the corporate ladder… just about anything. In my 20s, like most girls my age, I was very career oriented and was quite sure of what I wanted. Life was set

I love winters. I love January. I love everything that comes with it - the chilly weather, sweaters, lounging in cosy quilts, winter sun, oranges, loads of veggies, flowers... just everything. I don't know why, but thinking of winters brings about a very special feeling... childhood memories of eating oranges sitting in our garden under the sun, watching TV and sipping chai under the cosy quilt... pure nostalgia :) Also the fact that January is my birth month adds to its charm. It always gave me a special kind of joy knowing that nobody in the family had any other event in January. No birthdays, no anniversaries, nothing except my birthday, and thats what made it all the more special :) (quite kiddish, yes!) This year I got the best birthday gift... my little niece was born just a few days before my birthday and undoubtedly its the best gift anyone can get. She is such an angel and also a January baby.. that makes me love this month even more. Sooo looking forward to having &

Kids seem to grow up with the blink of an eye. One day they are cranky li’l monsters and the very next they appear to have matured. When N was born, how I wished him to be 1… so that my sleepless nights would be gone, When he was 2, I wished him to be 3… so that he would be diaper free, At 3 I wished him to be 4… thinking when he’ll start school I’ll work a little more, Now that he’s 5, it seems he has grown up with the blink of an eye!! The little monster has suddenly turned to a caring, understanding and sensible little man. He often surprises me with his maturity. It’s hard to forget some of the conversations we have… N (looking up from his  Lego bag ): Mom, why are you worried? Me (surprised): Not at all!! Why do you ask? N: But your face looks worried!!!! That’s when I realized that probably I WAS stressed out with work, managing people in office and home. A little boy who didn’t seem to be bothered by anything other than his toys and friends had noticed th