Summer is alive

It is Summer... no, no I am not talking about ‘Donna Summer’. She is gone and she will be missed.

It is the time of the year again when we are together for 24 hours of the day for 44 days at a stretch... me and my kids. And I am scratching my head and wondering how to make the best out of this summer. I do not want the days to be a routine sleep late, get up late, watch TV and full utilisation in non-constructive works. I thought of finding some summer camp, but after doing some research on the internet... gave up. ‘I am going to be their teacher and guide’ is what came to my mind. I am a mom-at-home and this can be converted into a boon. It is full time working for me when everyone is off. But that is the challenge. I have to manage it all, their health - physical and mental, scholastic and non-scholastic nurturing. I hope I can give them the best. A list of things to do is there ready even before the time has come. Let me fill this Summer with life !

My Father Tongue

I love the Punjabi language more than any other language.  Must say that it is one of the languages I think in.  And it is something I look forward to speak to. And my desire is fulfilled when I talk to my father. There is none other except him,who I can converse with in Punjabi. My kids don’t speak Punjabi, my husband tries his level best, but can’t get the flow. As a child, we were told to speak in Punjabi, but never did, but I suppose it is embedded in my subconscious.  And things learnt in childhood are never forgotten.  

On the Wings of Love

My babies are on the verge of flying and discovering new heights... heights of hard work and success. The time has come too soon. I am beginning to feel the emptiness which would come in a few years. I am not ready for it. But, it is every child's right to fly and soar high. I wish them luck and pray that they fly high always... on the Wings of Love !