I remember the days when Mama sang this to me, only to me. My throat was tight when I heard her singing the same song to Alfie, my little brother. He appeared unexpectedly after Mama and Dad went to the hospital one day. I was dropped off at Gram’s place. Her house smelled like naphthalene balls and Nilla wafers.
Live in the studio today is the two time Milkie winner for being the ‘Most Innovative Creator’. He is the author of the intergalactic bestseller “How to Create new Life Forms” and he has been crowned ‘Spacetastic Superstar of the Current Orbit” by Andromeda Magazine,
There’s an anger, a restlessness about you. You’re carrying scars from your childhood, perhaps. I see you in pigtails laying flowers on your mother’s grave on a winter morning. You’re wondering to yourself why Dad is crying and where Mom went. Or did your dad leave you when you were a child? Mom cried every time you asked her when dad would be back and you didn’t know why.
I am feeling great this Monday morning because I finally roped in Suchitra a.k.a. The PhD Mama to write a guest post for Mixed Bag.
She first felt a low ringing in her ears when Esmeralda made an entrance with her goat, Djali. Was it the magic of Hugo’s writing or the light summer breeze playing with the wind chimes? So strange!
In India, in the 80s, finding something like condensed milk or baking powder was akin to finding water on Mars.
This is as disappointing as that time I put pencil shavings and a few leaves of basil in an empty matchbox and chanted some gibberish to turn it into gold coins.
Later that evening, my toddler was on my phone. I usually give her my phone with the camera on, just to keep her busy while I’m getting dinner ready. I went through the pictures later to delete the 50+ pictures of her toes she usually takes.
I’ve been nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award by a dear friend and a very versatile blogger herself – Suchitra of The PhD Mama. This is the very first award… Read more »
It comes to me in flashes. His squarish head, brown shoulder length hair parted sideways, a shaggy french beard, tall and lean build, blue and black plaid shirt and a maroon pool of blood which looked like molten tar in the dark.