A woman's work

I had been feeling ill all day, and by evening I was so ill I could barely stand straight. I tried eating something, but ended up throwing it all up. My head was aching so much I thought it might just burst.

And yet, there were chores I could not put off. Bathe the kids, pack their school lunches, fill the water, hang out the laundry. I was suffering, but had to do it.

“You lie down, Mamma, I’ll finish all your jobs”,

A woman’s work is never done. But after hearing those words, those chores got so much easier.

Traditions die hard

Three years back, when I first registered for NaBloWriMo, blogging everyday in the month of October was easy- it was what I had been doing ever since I’d started the blog a year earlier. The second year of NaBloWriMo had been no harder than the first, but sometime last year, I gave up trying to keep up with my blog. October had been a successful NaBloWriMo month, but I couldn’t sustain the momentum.

Traditions die hard, and I am back again. In October, I will attempt to blog once a day, everyday. And take it one day at a time.

Is that the way.....

For a 50^th birthday, a friend ordered a birthday cake from a designer cake boutique that charges the earth and promises to deliver heaven. When she went to pick-up the cake, she was appalled. Instead of something pretty, or even quirky, what she got was something straight out of a horror show. Lipsticks dripping blood, skulls made of gold, a frying pan. Even a bow tie if you wanted to kill yourself!

Her disappointment was apparent, but the baker was unrepentant. She was an artist- you had to take what she gave. Is that the way to run a business?

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Disclaimer- this is NOT 'The Cake'. This is what a customized cake should look like!

Are you sure?

“Are you sure you want to eat that”, I asked Thing Two as he reached for the Jalapeno Poppers at a fancy restaurant yesterday. “It might be a little too hot for you.”

He ignored me, and popped it into his mouth. And then reached for another. And yet another. He liked them so much, we actually ordered a second plate just for him.

Since he is such a fussy eater, I took the trouble to find the recipe, and made Jalapeno Poppers for him today. He refused to touch a single one. Who says kids are not fickle eaters?

Often turn out Right

Yesterday, on a whim, I decided to surprise the Hubby by baking him a birthday cake. I gathered all the ingredients before realizing that the expiry date of the baking powder had passed two years back. Too late to do anything about it, I left it out altogether. The cake, naturally, didn’t rise, but it smelt good otherwise.

Today, in a fit of inspiration, I cut the cake in half, and sandwiched a layer of Nutella and banana slices in between. It was delicious.

Things don’t always turn out as we want them to, but they often turn out right.

Will he ever get it?

“But he is a Muslim”, my son insisted. “He must be a terrorist.”

Where he gets these ideas from, I do not know, but now was not the time to probe.  “Muslims are not terrorists”, I told him firmly.

“But all terrorists are Muslims”, he insisted.

“That doesn’t mean that all Muslims are terrorists. Most Muslims are against terrorism.”

“Okay, all terrorists are Muslims”, he insisted. “Same thing.”

“No, not the same thing. In any case, terrorists do not have a religion; no religion asks you to kill. Terrorists worship only Terror.”

Will he ever get it? Will the world?

Our Elephant-headed One

Created by his Mother! Given the head of an Elephant by his Father!

In a contest with his brother, he could not be bothered to race around the world three times- he strode leisurely around his parents- they make up the world for him.

The Remover of Obstacles! The Scribe of the Mahabharata!

While other Gods compete with each other on their majestic mounts, he is happy pottering around on his trusty mouse. He is content, but when required, his physical bravery and intellectual powers surpass those of the other Gods.

Ganesha!

How can anyone not love our Elephant-headed God?