200ml(1 glass) pasta boiled and drained as per the instructions on the packet
Mac and eggs – Indian style
200ml(1 glass) pasta boiled and drained as per the instructions on the packet
She woke up her obedient daughter. It was getting late to school. The school van would be arriving within an hour. She went back to kitchen to complete preparing the breakfast. Time ticked on. She was so engrossed in her morning household work, that she was startled when the little one came behind her asking for her dose of milk and cornflakes. The warmth of motherhood flowed into the household environment, till the school van honked to announce its arrival to pick the daughter up. As she waved her good bye smilingly, the light from the aura of excitement and love, went down slowly. She walked back to the kitchen, had her breakfast and prepared herself a cup of tea. She sipped it slowly, standing in the balcony of her apartment, as she does daily. This was the special short break time, before she immersed herself back to the chores…Far across the road, in a small hut, the workshop was already opened early in the morning. Maybe he had got more workload today…
With unknown eyes watching from the distance, the blacksmith had started doing his job. He had got a great offer yesterday to complete an assignment within one day. He had arrived at his workshop much early that day. Before the sun started getting hot, he immersed himself in melting and beating the hot iron rod, with great energy and precision. The process of moulding and shaping was very hard but the reward had always been minimal. The boy from the nearby tea vendor shop arrived with his cup of tea in a mini glass. He kept his weapon down, and started sipping it slowly watching the increasing traffic on the road, as he does daily. This was his short break before he immersed back into his back breaking work…The tall apartment buildings with beautiful balconies and tall windows, across the road reminded him of his small dreams of owning a piece of land..
I got my reading habit from my father. I remember reading “Far from the madding crowd” by Thomas Hardy, owned by him when I was very young. When I read the book in high school, I did not understood a single word. Though my sister too was interested in books, the children’s membership was entitled to me, and so I enjoyed a major share of Nancy Drew, Enid Blyton, Secret Seven, and Famous Five. Though I did not understand the political part, I was so influenced by the diary writing from “The diary of young girl” by Anne Frank , that I started writing a diary and hiding it from my parents and locking in my wardrobe in between my clothes. But at the same time, I am not so in love with the hard core book addicts like the little ones immersed in heavy Harry Potter books at the airport, who should be actually making ruckus and running around and like real little children.
I had read on internet, about mommies who want to instill reading habit in their children, by reading to them everyday. Though I do read occasionally, I am not a voracious reader, neither do I have patience to read out and tell stories to others. As like any mother, I also want my child to read, and hence I enrolled for Little Reader’s Nook By Devaki. Initially I was apprehensive, whether it was worth the money, since N is not interested in books, and the few books she already have, has got tears and pages pulled out by now, due to her fiddling. But the books I received were really age-appropriate(compared to another reader kit I had subscribed to), and N had atleast one book, which she considers her favourite from the lot of books we receive every month. Now the onus is onto me, to cultivate the patience in me, to sit and read for few minutes with her, bearing her antics, while I read my lungs out, even if I know she is least interested in the English I speak, and more excited to pull out the folded papers. And the customer service was also very good. Devaki was very prompt and responsive to all the queries, intimidating every details of the shipment and books each month, and in reminding to renew the subscription. The personal touch and involvement makes you feel its not a company based service, but rather a friendly next-door neighbour service for your child.
Now that I am settled with the book reading subscription, I am thinking of starting the art and craft based subscription kits in preparation for the summers. Which one do you reckon in Bangalore, or from India?
It was dark. It was midnight. Both the husband and daughter was already asleep. She woke up slowly. How could she sleep through that? She went to the living room to switch on the television. She flipped the channels and finally fixed onto one of them. She then smiled and wished herself. Happy new year!
A good trip to refresh ourselves before we soak in the new dawn of 2014. The photos are shared in this Flickr set.